Spanish moss dripped from the branches
offering relief from the August sun
brick walk ways wound a path
through headstones and grave markers
dappled light filtered down from trees
I walked through their stories
imagining
wondering
who they were
what life they had lived
hope
love 
grief
memories
reminders of ones who have come before
that I never knew
who cried and laughed 
raged and sought peace
finding an odd comfort 
in this place 
that somehow affirms 
life through death
telling their stories with few words

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  1. I wonder if you went there yourself? I've never gone to a cemetery alone before. I feel very unsure as if spirits are watching me...

    Thanks for linking up with my NO RULES Weekend Blog Party :)

    Paula
    lifeasweknowitbypaula.blogspot.com

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  2. Actually, I wasn't alone although I have gone before. This is a historic cemetery surrounding my friend's church in South Carolina...one of the oldest in the city.
    Going alone does create a sort of different feeling and consequently tone to the images I think.

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