A friendly Irish man

Friendly Irish man

Walk in the cemetery
Contemplation on past
And the present, and walk
Nice and non-awe-inspiring time

Just walk and walk. Only walk
Thinking, photography, silence
Peaceful local life in this old time
Presented the ancient time; felt life

Oh, my love
This time

Walk in
Super life

Just walk
Alone
Silence

‘Hi! Do you know where is this place?’
– Asked a man. A middle age gentleman.
He showed me a map of the cemetery.

I helped him. He got the information.
He needed to find George M. in this cemetery.
This man came from Stanmore. I love that place too.

I love Stanmore. Stanmore Country Park. Life.
I said it to him. I saw his smile—a soul of life.
                                               – his life’s smile
       
We talked a lot
More than ten minutes
He is a friend

An
Irish
Man

A gentleman from Stanmore, a real intellect
From one of my favorite destinations, a life
In London, an amazing and beautiful place
Stanmore National Country Park, so ancient
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