07 November 2009

Eve of All Souls

Encouraged by my sister, I ventured to the far northern shore of Lake Pontchartrain to the small village of Lacombe to take part in the annual lighting of the graves on All Saints Night. . .



A blackened unmarked path gives way to a dark field; and without guidance, you must make your way until that enclave of tiny dazzling flames appears.

Sound: Sun Snarling by TwinSisterMoon

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