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Graveyards, my favorite places on this earth.  I love the feeling i get from these 'final resting places'.  I can sit for hours and read or ponder.  My mother used to take me walking through the beds of the dead from when i was a young girl.  The picture of the cemetary to the right was taken at Lafayette Cemetary in New Orleans, LA. (not by me).  I intend to visit Lafayette within at least the next two years.  I have always wanted to visit this place, of course having heard about it from the Anne Rice and Poppy Z Brite novels, but also from different movies etc.  I have had to, unfortunately, 'borrow' these pictures from various sites on the net until i get my ass out there and take my own (which will be done in the next couple of months or so).  You may click on some of these photos for access to their origins. The following writing is a poem i wrote in dedication to my favorite cemetary in New Zealand, Grafton Cemetary in the centre of Auckland City.
Grafton.

I watch you decay

The stones which once stood strong and majestic
   are now weather-worn and crumbling.

I dream of the stories, the lives, behind the iron gates.
The generations, the happiness.... and anguish.

I've seen you before, many times, through the years.

I've seen the bugs, the germs, the moss and mould
    eat you away...  yet still, to me, you remain eternal, as good stories always are.

If there were some way to resurrect you,
i would surely try.

But this is how it is meant to be...
    our tales always grow weaker, they are lost in time.

Hope is gone from work left untended.

I dread the day i return to find you here no longer.

Though alas, my life will end, yours shall continue, until every piece of stone returns to the earth from which it came.

I thank you, you have certainly brought smiles to my usually drawn and lonesome face.

You are a place of peace, reality and to me, somehow,
    freedom.

The beautiful tall green trees, the vines clinging to you all, naturally overgrown... 

The sun peering at you from through the heavily laden branches.

You will always stand tall to those who can see what lies beneath.

You are my muse.

To thee, i shall reamain, your friend in the darkness...
  
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