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Low life

Elegy in a country churchyard

2 April 2022

9:00 AM

2 April 2022

9:00 AM

‘I love this old watering can,’ said my sister, sprinkling the miniature rose. ‘Though I do worry about soaking Mum. How far down is she? Do you remember?’ I said I thought about five foot.

The country churchyard is sheltered by hedges and trees and the graves are decently spaced.

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