When I was a young man, I found the local cemetery to be the ideal place to go at night, when the whole world seemed to have calmed down from the day’s freneticism and just reflect and contemplate. I was a real loner back in the day except for two or three really close friends. So I could become quite morose and melancholy while sitting alone in the cemetery but also some of my greatest inspirations and revelations occurred in the same setting. (The image is not me but is artificially generated as a representation or illustration.)
IT'S ME AGAIN 
I can understand that. Although there was not a cemetery close to where I lived, I was not afraid to sit quietly in one and think about life and death.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very prolific today my friend. chuq
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