There's just something about old cemeteries. Especially on a windy day when the sky is overcast and the grass is like dry sage. Things creek and groan as the wind hits making the whole place spooky yet intriguing.
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| We didn't plan this stop. Didn't know it was even there till we were practically on top of the old winding gravel uphill road... |
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| overgrown and forlorn |
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| and then in the middle of death, sadness and history we see life... |
"Those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art."
~Izaak Walton
