Cemetery

The air was close with the sun hanging low on the horizon, and the birds were flying their great mysterious circles in the air, but the cemetery was, as ever, quiet, calm and dignified.  In other words it was an oasis of peace in the busy little town.  It was just me, the dead and their secrets, silent as the great hanging stones that lay over them.

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