Sunday, November 23, 2025

Just Some Thoughts - by Georgia P

 

It’s busy today at the cemetery. November 1. Another November I. Ordinary November 1 Regular visitors and funeral. Clear, Cold day. Fall flowers, mums. Carnations. Yellow, red, and white. Falling leaves make way for winter.  
Another soul lost yet safe in the home of the dead. 
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