Our Lies Are Not Our Fault — Elizabeth Bowen

“The straight sunny tombstones looked sociable, fresh wreaths were laid on the breasts of the graves. You could almost see the dead sitting up holding their flowers, like invalids on a visiting-day, waiting to hear the music. Only the very new dead, under raw earth with no tombstones, lay flat in despair: on one grave … Continue reading Our Lies Are Not Our Fault — Elizabeth Bowen