Dirt and Time

From whence it came: I was in a foreign land when I found a place to rest in the sun after a rambling walk. In front of me was a graveyard behind a low stone wall. The wall seemed to protect rather than hide the lives held within. Through a small and unlocked gateway I moved through this protected square of history, and while trying to decipher the words etched on the stones, images emerged from a reverie to tell a family’s story.