It took me one week to notice.. hemm.. but yes, I see what's really moving and, as a dad, I am darn moved..9
Ok, on second thought, you got me.
Père Lachaise, grandeur and Jim Morrison, de rigueur Marx tomb and illustruous neighbours in Highgate, countless Mother Maries in countless non-descript countryside graveyards visited on a whim.
Nothing of that obligatory routine ever moved me.
But my eye always falls there, looks for them. Sometimes an angel, sculpted toys, sometimes only a plain slab of stone. Ebenezer Scrooge's worst dream comes true, and there is no way back.
10, just because it doesn't go to 11. |
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