Herein lived the past , and now the future
Over the years people showed up, left things:
a comment - observations that stayed,
paintings, photographs, poems, snapshots of life somewhere somewhen
a card game, a tune or two, or a thought (mostly thoughts), flowers, dusty books,
and apparently seeds to future life
Some lives ended too soon, life too much a burden --- maybe next time.
and there were secrets . . . . there are always secrets
pretty soon people stopped coming
they were already there in spirit and memory
shifting time ~~~
the place became silent as a spring and life passed on to another form --
maybe where the past is kept somehow preserved (how revealed I don't know)
Sarah rests in trees 1864
