I love the idea of an eroded gravestone. The ones in the cemetery at St. Paul’s Chapel are especially soothing. Blank as paper. Calling to mind Keats’s epitaph. (And another one I’d hate to see erased anytime soon—my favorite—is Conrad Aiken’s: “Cosmos Mariner—Destination Unknown.”)
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