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Sassy's avatar

There is a very fancy mausoleum in the cemetery I have frequented. It was open one day. Marble. Everything. Quiet. Just the echo of my steps and curiosity.

Thing is, you can sense the peace, or not, in these places. It’s the same as in real life, only they don’t have the chance to change it themselves anymore. I find myself praying for those not yet at peace. Maybe next time I visit, they will be quiet, too.

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Zack Grafman's avatar

I’m late with the comment but there are a few images a year that I read that I know instantly will stick with me forever. The damp fur of a child’s teddy bear in a cemetery was one. Thanks for a beautiful and haunting (in the best way) piece.

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