Here we are again.
You can't keep us away.
For those of you who feel uncomfortable venturing into the garden of those who have passed, please read my intro to part one. We mean no harm. And where we're headed, little harm can be done, after all.
This is what we found in the graveyard.
killing field of the dolls (on the walk there)
Lots of room for post-humous accomplishments
an agreement set in stone, and yet . . .
searched for door handle. did not find door handle.
streaked with saltwater . . . or tears
and the best name award goes to . . .
Till next time, dearies . . .
You know where we’ll be,
C &