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Writer, Mixed Media Artist, Contemplative Musician
I go to cemeteries a lotIt doesnβt matter where Itβs not about the who(or mostly not) Itβs quietItβs reverent Squirrels aboundDogs exercisePeople walk and talk I mostly come to listenTo the birdsTo the breezeTo the voices of ancestorsTheir inscriptions, storiesTheir bones, a witnessTheir songs, a whisperTheir presence, a comfort Places set apart to remember So I... Continue Reading →
I needed a long walk this afternoon. My feetΒ took me to a large treed park. It happens to be a cemetery. The grounds are sprinkled with a few stone buildings, most about one hundred years old. One of these larger mausoleums is ornamented with a wee stained glass window.Β You can't see the coloured glass from... Continue Reading →
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