poems by Rachel Green
Strange as it sounds, I must admit that I enjoy a long walk in a cemetary. I am a headstone reader and it reminds me of how we should live more fuller lives while we're here... All the best.
I read the headstones, too. I treat it as a mark of respect to speak the names of those who went before me.
As you know - I love fog and mist. I'd be very happy to walk here on a day like this.I love how the dogs are always looking at 'something interesting'. I wonder what they think about.
"Bones, mom, I can smell bones. can you smell bones?Mom? Stop taking pictures and sniff this breeze..."
Lovely one of those dogs. Lorenzo, I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy poking about in graveyards. They seem to have a fascination for us.
Thanks Gina. I concur.
Mmm, lovely. The sky is beautiful, and the dogs are so inquisitive.
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Strange as it sounds, I must admit that I enjoy a long walk in a cemetary. I am a headstone reader and it reminds me of how we should live more fuller lives while we're here... All the best.
I read the headstones, too. I treat it as a mark of respect to speak the names of those who went before me.
As you know - I love fog and mist.
I'd be very happy to walk here on a day like this.
I love how the dogs are always looking at 'something interesting'. I wonder what they think about.
"Bones, mom, I can smell bones. can you smell bones?Mom? Stop taking pictures and sniff this breeze..."
Lovely one of those dogs. Lorenzo, I don't know anyone who doesn't enjoy poking about in graveyards. They seem to have a fascination for us.
Thanks Gina. I concur.
Mmm, lovely. The sky is beautiful, and the dogs are so inquisitive.
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