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RainbowsHinges squeal as I push the gate wide enough to slip through. Along the brick path the weeds and brambles catch threads from my jeans. The sound of traffic fades into the distance. Around me, ragged lines of gravestones warm in the sun, their faded greys coloured by the greens and yellows of old dry lichen. The names and dates entrusted to them are scoured away by age and weather. They seem almost comforting, these old graves, implying there’s a peace to be found, or, if not a peace, then at least an accommodation. I turn away and reach for the door handle. Black iron, wrought into a spiral, cools my hand as I look up at the battered oldRainbows
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