Sonntag, 22. September 2013

Cemetery Sunday



I remember once I went to my great-grandmother's house. It was a big white house & it always smelled like slightly burned toast & raspberry jam. She had a picture of Jesus on the wall in her living room. She told me his eyes would follow you around when you walked. I told a friend about it a while ago. He nodded & said he used to have a Chihuahua that did the same thing.

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  1. Beautiful pictures. Great post.

    Thank you for linking up with Cemetery Sunday

    Beneath Thy Feet

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  2. Passend zu einem stillen Sonntag.
    Schöne Bilder. Strahlen Ruhe und Frieden aus.

    Liebi Grüessli
    Julia

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  3. Ich mag die alten Friedhoefe, wo so vieles vom Efeu ueberwachsen ist, wie in einem Deiner Photos hier zu sehen ist. Wunderschoen.

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