Stories silenced under the dirt.
Only a stone is left
to mark their journey.
Love that once encompassed their body.
Now is set free and found
in everything around us.
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October 13, 2013
By rcrate
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February 25th, 2014 at 12:10 am
So beautiful, so sad.
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February 25th, 2014 at 1:34 am
Thanks, nofrillswrapping! Your feedback is appreciated! 🙂
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