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| A sad reminder or the only solace left... |
Some of the stones are sad because you know people visit in order to sit and talk to a rock.
Their loved ones are everywhere and they can talk to them when ever they want but if they prefer to think they've nicely boxed them up and contained then so that their only purpose now is to provide comfort to those left behind , well that's their prerogative.
I like to imagine instead that once your free of earthly bounds you fly, far far away...
I do and always have enjoyed visiting cemeteries. I go on sunny days because they're depressing on rainy ones. My brother understands this little preoccupation of mine and indulges it by driving me thru one ever now and then and waiting patiently while I take pictures and check out the interesting ones. Our last adventure is seen below.
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| Come on , you're not scared are you ? |
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| I love the old stones the best |
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| Someone stood here and decided this is where I'll rest my bones |
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| Just like when they were alive some people take up more room |
There are beautiful works of art to be found.
Some stones are sad reminders , but at least they're remembered
if not by their loved ones then by people like me ,
there are people like me out there ,
aren't there ?
Don't judge me , I'm damaged.
I'll be adding excerpts from Damaged People in the coming weeks , after I've gone back and checked what I've already put on here.
I feel the need to express myself.
Please bear with me and as always , please be patient , please be kind.
If you've stumbled upon this blog and it's the year 2525 ,
Welcome to the year 2525 ,
Is man still alive ?
Please keep in mind that my dreams are being bared and laid open and it's the hardest thing for me to do so
tread softly for you tread upon my dreams...
Cheers , Amelie
