I took these photographs in the lovely Evangelical graveyard in Bratislava when Stearns took me there. I do love graveyards, there are no two ways about that. This one was filled beautiful old statues (the middle picture is of a statue whose head fell off), graves in no particular order (they're facing every which way), and just enough weeds everywhere to look charmingly overgrown and quiet--like no one is going to bother you there or stick fake flowers in the ground.
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