Last week I met my beloved sister Tarja. We wandered through the twilight city and the road itself led us to the old Lutheran cemetery. The first time this year we've been there. I like walking along the cobbled lanes of dilapidated graves of French and German citizens. It was pretty cool, but we had a jar with rum and despite the darkness, we spent a lot of time there. As a child, I always thought that the grave can fill you with some kind of energy. So I love to touch the mossy tombstones and feel like supernatural force penetrates me. This time we found forgotten candles and lit them all around. We talked about life, love, broken hearts, and only the moon looked down on us.
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