Grandma's Trips to the Graveyard
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Complete Wed, May 18, 2016<5 mins
There's something incredibly alive in graveyards.
This is a short writing on the amazingly stable vibes I get when we visit the graveyard. Everything is always so beautiful, I feel as though as a human in that moment, the Earth accepts me.
This may be a bit hippyish, but I swear you'll enjoy the feelings and realizations that make their way into me whenever I'm with her.
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