I find my muse in a garden, not of flowers, but of marble and wrought iron. There is peace among the stones, a quiet comfort being surrounded by angels and saints.

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I find my muse in a garden, not of flowers, but of marble and wrought iron. There is peace among the stones, a quiet comfort being surrounded by angels and saints.
I’ve always thought there must be such quiet, peace and some level of comfort among those old bones. Their stories still itching to be told.
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there is indeed peace and time for reflection on life and happiness. Have a wonderful week.
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This is so true. There is a peace and comfort sitting or walking through the stones. Nice choice for Muse
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