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March 3, 2008 :: "It keeps the dead in" Oakland Cemetary via Boulevard

Blake said this as we trailed along the massive wall. He meant it literally, as in "This retaining wall keeps the bodies and coffins from tumbling into the street in the unlikely but nonetheless frightening event of a massive Atlanta flood." But I am also glad, metaphorically, that this epic, 100-year old barrier is between Georgia's old souls and my little house, just around the corner.

(These two statements also illustrate a rather lovely contrast between me and the beautiful Mr. Rainey: the literal and the metaphoric. The pragmatic and the idealistic. What's even more interesting (to me anyway) is that sometimes we switch places...)