A patchwork shed


“Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door”

(Bob Dylan in Tryin’ to get to Heaven)
Liège-Flémalle (B)

The gate to the graves


“We do not play on graves
because there isn’t room.
Besides it isn’t even.
It slants and people come
and put a flower on it
and hang their faces so.
We’re fearing that their hearts
will drop and crush our pretty play.
And so we move as far as enemies away,
just looking round to see
how far it is occasionally.”

(E. Dickinson no title)
Flémalle (B)

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