The cemetery of a psychiatric hospital is used from 1921 to 1981. this is my second visit to this cemetery. I have all the stories of the people in my head, although I don’t know them… I walk on moss, and it is dark under the pine trees. My imagination runs…

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    Entrance….

    Window to my heart…

    forsaken by God and men…

    The story of my life….

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    Under the trees…

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    Last toy….

    Memories…

    Goodbey….

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    Cemetry

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    Light in the darkness….

    Don’t you forget about me…

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