By the Grave
Sometimes the dead do not wait for us beneath the earth. They wait within the letters that still bear their names. I remember almost nothing of the walk through the abandoned cemetery. Only the shock. One tall granite stone. Standing.…
Sometimes the dead do not wait for us beneath the earth. They wait within the letters that still bear their names. I remember almost nothing of the walk through the abandoned cemetery. Only the shock. One tall granite stone. Standing.…