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The cemetery was abandoned in the 1800s.
Most of the gravestones and markers have crumbled, chipped away by winter winds and rain.
The few that remain pay tribute to the lives lost too soon to cholera.
Dry leaves crunch underfoot.
A feral cat slinks along the shadow of the wall.
Posted at 06:57 PM in La Belle France | Permalink
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So sad but your words flow so well.
09/14/2014 at 08:20 AM
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