worn to the bone

Stay a while and rest your weary feet.

Edgar is sitting beside a skeleton's boney feet.   The skeleton looks like it is rising out of the ground .  Skull, hands and legs are visible.  It's lying on its back.

Poor guy, he looks famished.

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my niche

Life does not end, it just changes form.

edgar_cemetery.jpg Edgar is in an empty niche on a wall in a cemetery in Sucre Bolivia.  He is surrounded by graves that are full, and that objects left in them as a memorial to the person buried there.

What would I want you to put by my grave? Flowers, beautiful but temporary?  What momentos of my life?  Perhaps it’s the fact that someone cares enough to visit the cemetery, and not what they leave beside my grave, that is important.  With a little luck, I still have time to ponder this.

May goodness and mercy follow you all the days of your life.
And may all your deaths be allegorical.

a cemetery wall containing many interments.  The wall is 5 graves high, and more than 15 graves long.  Each grave has a niche in the wall, most of which are covered with glass and almost all of them contain ornaments and/or flowers as memorials.

one of the walls in the cemetery, Sucre Bolivia

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