A sun-dappled view among the shades
The views from the graveyard go on forever; they cross steep hills, tumble into valleys, and cross a breathtaking expanse of sky, all the while skipping across centuries. A sense of peace echoes about the place, and follows you wherever you look. Close your eyes, and it is still there. Tumult is absent. It is okay to step softly across the sod, and smile.
*”He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth’s spine beneath him.”-Virginia Woolf, Orlando
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Thank you!
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Just perfect.
~D
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Aw, thank you very much! 🙂
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Dear Maedez,
I might not be able to look at your blog for a week. I’m working on very limited connection which takes each page about 5 minds to load. I’ll get to all when I get back.
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Hey, thanks for the FYI! I would definitely notice your absence. Have a wonderful week.
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