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In the hush of St. Mary's churchyard, weathered stones lean like memories, their lichen-veined faces softened by dappled light. An upright cross stands sentinel while a tower rises behind the trees, its pale stone warmed by a low sun. Overgrown grass, flowering shrubs and the gentle arch of branches fold the graves into a tender landscape — a quiet communion of time, stone and shadow where remembrance and nature meet in muted, golden hush.