Comment by srean

In my very early twenties I used to seek out a secluded and a then inactive graveyard to do some rumination, or just to unwind. It bordered a marshy water body and the sun going down against it looked good.

All the graves were in states of severe disrepair and worse (vandalism and theft). Except one. There was this grave of a girl child. Going by the date engraved, she would be same age as me, but she had died six years old, or about that age -- my memories are hazy now.

For some reason no one had touched that grave. No vandalism. No theft. Once in a while even flowers.

Once in a while humanity does redeem itself.