A place of peace
also, of serenity maybe
but just be wary of....
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Do you ever walk through a graveyard and wonder who, what, when, where and the why? Is it a place to remember those that we lost for are they really lost at all for the most part aren't they not in a better place. They or most of them of found their way home. As in the image those markers of lanterns may have led them home for, they have seen the light. For a graveyard is like a way station between two worlds or three.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Pooh meets Paddington
As Pooh and Paddington continued on their journey through the Hundred Acre Wood along with all Pooh's friends so far, they decided to take a rest under a tree. They sat and Paddington told Pooh about London. Paddington looked up towards the sky and noticed a bird that should only fly at night. Oh, look at that bird Pooh. That's my friend Owl. Owl saw and landed. Now going further down the path, they run into Rabbit. Introducing each other they all head to Christopher Robins's to see if he knows how to send Paddington home to London from here.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
The Hovering Cursor
Sometimes, restraint is the loudest truth. 💻⌛📝🤔🕊️🌊⚖️ At 10:45 p.m., Mavis reread the email for the umpteenth time. Every word bore truth. Events and witness statements. The credit unfairly claimed, the bribes stealthily offered, apologies that were never extended. Her cursor hovered; she changed her mind and saved the incriminating draft.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lina day ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
A serenity comes over while walking in graveyard. Maybe we feel grateful to be still breathing.
Of what?! You left us hanging with so many options here :D I love to walk in graveyards, and look at the names and dates, and photos especially when there are and just wonder what kind of life they had, who they were and stuff... then I make up stories of them, and I wish I could write them down but of course I even forget my phone at home and by the time I get back I forget most of them. Could that be a 3rd world, or a 4th in afterlife.
I love what you wrote, we are only human to grieve over a love one.