Zagreb cemetery, the most beautiful tributes to the dead I've seen yet. How we treat our dead says something about our culture I think. Do we toss them aside like an empty Starbucks cup? Do we steal the food from our children's mouths to memorialize them? Do we put them someplace out of the way in hopes we can recall them only on special occasions? Do we speak of them or not? Do we recall them honestly, flaws and all or do we wrap them in a golden patina of perfection? What is the husk without memories? Goodbye and goodbye again my beloved.
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