the cemetery and its chapel burnt many times and each fire made it what fire does - bared, purified. ennobled. there is always a scent of smoke lingering in its air, or maybe only my recollections are most vivid when they spring from autumn.
improbably as it may sound, only after i chose the title for this photo i noticed the fading letters on the background picture: smoking strictly prohibited. yet again coincidence becomes a matter of perspective.
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