BEING IN A GRAVEYARD

I DON’T HOLD MUCH, IN A CEMETERY. Yet, sometimes you see things, along the way. Running by. Walking through.

A very grey, cold day, walking through, this, there:

wonder fullness, at the end of the world.

That’s it.

Tim
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