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"A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine"
("Cemetery Gates," The Smiths)

We had rain for something like six weekends in a row, so on the first sunny Saturday we took our beach towel and went and sat in the shade and long grass at Western Cemetery. Eor read poetry to me and took photos, while I attempted to write. :)

(And the hi-fi versions, for downloaders...)
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