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I often walk past highgate cematory, through dark rainswept London,… - Sally's Journal
March 14th, 2008
04:04 pm

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I often walk past highgate cematory, through dark rainswept London, and I look at the crumbling looming gravestones, and think of those that lie forgotten under them. The rambling wilderness has an abscene of any hint of human rememberence, such as the precarious vases of flowers that teeter in current cematories. But this morning the birds poured out their requiem and the spring flowers rolled over the weathered old gravestones, and the atmosphere was completely changed.

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From:pavanne
Date:March 14th, 2008 05:54 pm (UTC)
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I love spring too!

However what really caught me here was wondering for several minutes, with reference to Google, what an "abscene" is. I initially theorised that it was like one of China Mieville's abcities, or a technical stage term. It sounds like it should be...
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From:atreic
Date:March 15th, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
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I'd love to go on a tour of the old cematory, but one of the down sides of commuting to London for work is the complete lack of enthusiam for catching a train to London for anything else!

My friend Noga lives in the estate next to the cematary, so I walk past it when I visit quite a lot.
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From:ex_robhu
Date:March 16th, 2008 12:56 am (UTC)
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wah
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