I came across this woman's cool obit again, yesterday.

 

I like to think this might have been the wonderful place "Holly Blair" might have lived with all her marvelous pets.

 

I admit, I tried this. Surprisingly, it was pretty good and just a tiny bit reminiscent of a quiche, which I do like very much.

 

This just speaks for itself, no explanation, no apology. It is what it is.

 

Found in an old abandoned house, they were all just sitting, waiting. . . 

 

I've walked a road much like this in the moonlight when I visited my grandparents who lived in the country. It was silent, and the moon was glowing with an eerie but calming light. The town cemetery was within sight and silent, yet a little unsettling. I knew people who resided there. I often wondered if I too, would one day join them in my own endless sleep.