Not all is bedlam.
Just down the street from the Bedlam Bar was this nice little park with stone stalagmites. Very natural looking; the moss was sometimes bog-like.
Lots of old old memories of times past, this final resting places for mortals.
Whenever I paint in a cemetery I put out a warm welcome to the silence surrounding me, so just in case when I get the chills running up my spine, or hairs standing up on the back of my neck, I won't feel like I should skedaddle!
It's a great place to commune with spirit, and hear the stories.
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