A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
So I meet you at the cemetry gates
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now ?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry
Actually, it was a lovely sunny day so went to visit Wendy in her new condo, her posh Park City slope side condo. Very nice! We ate sandwiches and went for a walk. We enjoyed the crisp fall air and took a stroll over to a hidden historic Park City cemetery. It was the kind of cemetery that you think of when someone tells a spooky story around a campfire. It seemed a very appropriate October activity. However, I got the impression that Saffy just thought it was another fun playground.
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