Mosaic on cross
For a solitary traveler a cemetery is a perfect destination. The light was beautiful today and there was a crisp cold wind. As I walked among the graves, along the paths and up the hills I thought about my dear friends that, shall we say, have gone to the other room.
It was amazing to read the inscriptions on the gravestones and monuments. So many men and women with histories...buried under the fallen leaves. It is so true that in the grand scheme of things we are here on this earth for a very short period of time.
Let's make some noise.



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