This past Saturday, I found myself at a country graveyard in New Holland, PA. I was visiting friends who moved from Philadelphia to the area. Turns out they live on a farm. A farm with a gorgeous grave yard. Reminded me of this Thomas Gray poem. I want to be buried here. Seriously, do you think a Pennsylvania Dutch graveyard would have room for PG? More pictures on Flickr.
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