A death well lived  by agalivinglite

A death well lived

Not often does one see an old tree still growing strong over someone’s grave, in whose shade I get to appreciate a life well lived. I ponder the life of whose bones nourish this mighty pine.
That was my first association. Matzevot tangled with a tree. I didn't understand it for a long time until I went on a guided tour to the old Jewish cemetery. We live next to each other and know nothing about each other.
November 24th, 2022  
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