Walking After Midnight

For no other reason than just because I found myself walking past it at 2:40 am, and curiosity got the better of me…

I stopped and walked deep into the local cemetery where I settled on a lean against a tree next to a 1892 grave. From its shadows I listened to the wind pass through rows & rows of tombstones, some straight and others leaning.

There were no apprehensive twinges or prickles of panic only the peaceful slumbering of the departed – continued along my way at 3:05am.

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