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The gravestone in the dawn is an end to a story, for it is the final full stop upon the final page.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, January 25, 2021.
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The gravestone had sunk into the soft soil giving it the appearance of shrinking. The engraved words, so weathered by a century of rain, sat just above the level of the ground cover plants that sprawled over the dirt.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2015.
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"Gravestone" wasn't really the right word. It was more of a "grave-marker." Eustace leant in closer to inspect. He was quite sure it was a railway sleeper cut into a post with a smaller plank nailed over the top to fashion a cross.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2015.
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Your life could never be marked by a gravestone, something so cold and immobile. Perhaps a tree with a wind-chime in the branches could do you more justice, or a simple song sung into the wind. What lies in the ground is only flesh and blood, that's never what you were. You were quite honestly the most beautiful spirit I ever knew. I pray that you soar with the eagles on lofty breezes and swim in oceans deep; I pray that you know the freedom this life could never give you; yet most of all I pray that when my time comes it is you that takes me by the hand and we go onwards to better times together.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 23, 2015.