Rows and rows of stories
laconically writ
as beginnings and ends
stone tablets presiding
over layers of time
inlaid with love and pain
nestled closely to others
perhaps standoffish
when once upon their lives
joys long forgotten
troubles overcome
merry voices stilled
now silent choir of whisperers
'breathe deeply, prithee
of this sweet, seaside air.'
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