I wandered away from the crowd of tourists, brown magnolia leaves broke apart under my shoes. I found an old stone bench hidden in a narrow walkway and sat down. The cemetery felt like an old sanctuary, its white tombs and crying angels sat quietly under a gloomy sky. Split concrete and overgrown weeds spread out over the soft flat earth. The names of the dead etched carefully in stone. I looked around and felt at home.
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Thanks for sharing.
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Gordon, glad to hear you’re still doing good work. I’m currently working with a population of folks affected by hep C. I’ll be in touch, thank you very much.
That is a nice set of shots… That you in the cemetary?
Thanks you and yes.