12 October 2008


rows of short and tall, standing and laying, flat and round stones, over and over they covered the grass and the church yard. pitted with age and lit with the sunshine of years. stones lovingly cared for, covered in dirt and moss and darkness. flowers drooping with age, reaching to the sky for sunlight. round stones and seashells and photos of lovers and loved ones. breeze between the crisp leaves of the ancient trees. floating through memories and lifetimes and images of the past.

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