In Powązki Cemetery in Warsaw last month, one of my friends noticed a mausoleum that had chains on the front gate.
“I wonder what they’re keeping in,” she said.
“Vampires,” said another.
“Oh, it takes more than chains to keep us in,” I said.
Then we rounded a corner and came upon this one, and I had to admit, that might do it.
I took the photo above at Powązki Cemetery in Warsaw, Poland last month. I was struck by how ivy had blanketed the graves, turning them into earthen beds where two souls lie in eternal slumber. I’m not a romantic by a long shot, but the way the ivy came together in the middle, as though this husband and wife had reached out to one another and joined together even in death, brought a tear to my eye.
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