Graveyards are beautiful. Places of sadness yet oozing with memory. They are not so much lands of hauntings and spooky going ons but rather are full of glimpses of lives that have passed, into people who's love has gifted a memorial to those they have lost, they are monuments to those that have bought meaning to others. Through them, we glimpse love across centuries.
Even when they fall apart, when weather erodes them, because everything is transient, the fact we are afforded these glimpses is beautiful x
