The old graveyard--
hot sun filters down
through green leaves.
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Little white fingers trace
sculpted grave statues--
filtered sunlight.
As a child, I spent at least part of my summers with my two aunts in Placerville. My favorite aunt, Annie, was very involved with a church very near an old graveyard there. I would go over there and play, reading the stones, touching the statues, feeling the summer heat even in the shade of the trees. It was a peaceful place, with headstones and statues that were beautiful to me.
