Visited the graveyard once more today. This time I actually tried conversing with a cat, something I have never ever attempted before. I was just feeling so peaceful and ready to talk with cats. I wound up telling it my name and that the pieces of grass I had in my hand didn't smell like the buttercups I had picked earlier. It looked at me with genuinely bored yellow eyes and finally left.
~Emily
P.S. In case any of you were wondering, I had not been drinking. In fact I have never drunk at all in my fifteen years.
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Sweetheart takes some photos during your next graveyrad visit. I love the looks of a graveyard. I'm back from Boston and took some photos of a graveyard while there.
I can try, but I am so bad with digital cameras. I might be able to find an Internet link to a picture of the graveyard, since it belongs to a historical church.
I'm really not good with digital cameras, but all the blogs I read seem to have photographs. It always seems like it's going to be so much trouble to load the pictures into the computer and paste them into the blog, but I suppose I ought to try.
~Emily
I talk with my cat quite often, even with my dogs so fear no backtalk from me. I reach the end, however, with talking with my ducks. Ignorant creatures they are, ducks.
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