all the faces, all the voices
2005-12-15 || 5:17 p.m.

As I was walking home tonight I approached the graveyard from the rear and over the high brick wall I could see all the black trees against the charcoal grey sky, their branches twisted together. Behind them was a paper thin full moon floating amongst the lightest of clouds. And I thought of how scared Charlotte must have been when she awoke in the night to see the full moon partly obscured by a large Cedar tree instead of the modern school buildings that should have been there. And Dalhadru, you have Charlotte now. Take care of her, my soul is held in her pages.