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This part of the cemetery, she supposed, would be bleak on the prettiest of summer days; dreary bare earth plots and white shabby crosses forlornly peppered the field. Many of the crosses sat skew-whiff; many were unmarked.
Raine Lore
✍ Posy Churchgate
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