she shrugged into a warm jacket and left the house to walk off her gremlins of uncertainty.
Walking quickly and trying not to let her worries keep pace, she soon found herself clear across town, approaching the back gate of the historic cemetery.
Bunny was soothed and comforted by old graveyards. These places spoke to her of her place in God’s plan, of eternity and continuity. They helped to put her troubles into perspective.
She nosed about among the ancient headstones, letting the location work its calming power.
Reading the inscriptions on the stones and imagining the lives of the ones beneath them, Bunny lost track of time, until the time-worn names and dates began to blur and fade.
Pulled back to the present by the pine trees’ lengthening shadows, she knew she needed to hurry to reach home before nightfall.
Thoughts of death did not hold any fears for her; nevertheless, she was not looking forward to spending any time here after dark.
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