Highgate Cemetery
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Think of your favourite/special place using the five senses.
Highgate Cemetery in London, England
It's as if I am entering Narnia. The tips of my fingers are tingling with excitement. As I take my shoes off my feet know they're bare by the feel of the gusty and cold air. Shivers pass through my body. Bitter gust doesn't seem to agree with me. Ramshackle trees and wildflowers tickle my limbs whilst I saunter in this garden of eden. I can't belive the smoothness of these granite walls. And the statues of marble lead me to believe they were taken away from Castle Neuschwanstein. Aged headstones scatter the grounds, letting me in to other's lives. Each, a piece of history on it's own. I'm cut off from the rest of the world. Nothing else but the silence. Or almost silence I should say...
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