Old Common graveyard of Naarden where we surched for the grave of the grandfather and grandmother of my love.
 
We didn’t find them, not after looking for hours, but did find a beautifull Old graveyard, cemetary with graves full of moss.
Names were overgrown, Words were unreadibile.
 
But beautifull sphere, Crocusses in the sun lighted up like neonlights.
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