In the shade of one of the many trees that surround the church, we find this 19th century graffiti adorning the wall.
Roses trained up the walls near this door, it looks as if it came from a Victorian novel.
Sitting under this tree on a misty morning, this grave rests just as it has. And will continue to sit until it is crumbled.
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