Snow flakes fall
Down to the courtyard - windows and statues and stone sit silent
This is a place for the fallen. Those who've fallen and cannot get up
Those who've fallen and are passing on. And those who've fallen - for awhile- into vigil and mourning.
It is a place of reflection. A place where great love- and sorrow met.
It is good there is a garden.
Right now, at this moment, tears will fall.
To match the snow.
Motion on silence.
White on grey.
So it is.
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