The Mausoleum
It’s Fall. Lovely crunchy orange, brown and red leaves, clear, cool November evening. We decided to stop the car and go for a stroll. Hand in warm hand, me leaning slightly on your strong muscular shoulders. We pass historic enchanted homes, all warmly lit with dinners glow. The pathway gets dimmer and dimmer as the houses lining the street get more sparse.We happen upon a cemetery. Halloween is in the past, but the chills remain. Tall, bone white headstones and small dark grey ones poke up...
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