The Graveyard Was Cool With Old Deaths
by admin on Feb.03, 2014, under Syndicated from the Web
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THE GREEN ACREAGE OF THE OLD CEMETERY WAS filled with stones and names on stones. Not only the names of the people earthed over with sod and flowers, but the names of seasons. Spring rain had written soft, unseen messages here. Summer sun had bleached granite. Autumn wind had softened the lettering. And snow had laid its cold hand on winter marble. But now what the seasons had to say was only a cool whisper in the trembling shade…
Farewell Summer, Ray Bradbury
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