The Three Lydias

Dear Heart,
I visited the cemetery again today, and spied my name on a headstone. I didn't quite know what to make of it, and I couldn't leave right away. Cemeteries used to soothe me. Now though, with everything faith-wise uncertain, they're just sad-making. And yet I keep going back!
I found ice like shattered glass there, too. It made me wish for snow, mostly so that I could dance in it.
Love, Lydia x

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