graveyard Westport MA
This is my grave of destiny here must I ever lie.
The path I’ve trod through all my life has ended so let me die.
All my life I’ve wondered just when my turn would come.
And with a very honest hope my destiny is won
But if I’ve won no one will know
And all should wonder why
A man as good and kind as I should really have to die.

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aerial house trees snow
We had a sticky snow fall yesterday in Charlottesville. The weight of accumulated snow proved too much for two hackberry limbs that shade my house in the summer.