I like exploring grave yards and they can be culturally revealing and always touching. Sometimes they can be peaceful refuges but this particular graveyard felt forlorn and raw with out community nearby. The community was the grave yard reinforcing the harshness of the environment.
And the harshness of messing with the graveyard - a maladiction or curse will fall on those who desecrate the sacred ground.
The grave yard seemed maintained to some degree as evidenced by the one painted plot fence.
A tomb plaque dated the cemetery to the early 20th century. Initially I was a little freaked out by the apparent shallow graves with their little body shaped dirt mounds then I noticed all the stuffed animals. . .
The graves of children. . . lots of children and their stuffed animals in little fences that reminded me of cribs.
I can not help but think the stuffed animals look crucified . . .
dying for our sins . . .
that all the money in the world can not replace.
I like exploring grave yards and they can be culturally revealing and always touching. Sometimes they can be peaceful refuges but this particular graveyard felt forlorn and raw with out community nearby. The community was the grave yard reinforcing the harshness of the environment.
And the harshness of messing with the graveyard - a maladiction or curse will fall on those who desecrate the sacred ground.
The grave yard seemed maintained to some degree as evidenced by the one painted plot fence.
A tomb plaque dated the cemetery to the early 20th century. Initially I was a little freaked out by the apparent shallow graves with their little body shaped dirt mounds then I noticed all the stuffed animals. . . 
The graves of children. . . lots of children and their stuffed animals in little fences that reminded me of cribs.
I can not help but think the stuffed animals look crucified . . .
dying for our sins . . . 
that all the money in the world can not replace.
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