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To be witty is not enough. One must possess sufficient wit to avoid having too much of it.

Dead babies. Bellerive boardwalk, Bellerive. November 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness

Back when Tasmania was still Van Diemen's Land, a lot of babies died. A lot of babies. Earlier this week I spent my lunch break wandering around St David's Park here in Hobart looking at the gravestones they tore up to make a park. I snapped a few photos off, and noticed the preponderance of children's gravestones. The stones alone tell a bit of a story so I'll keep my mouth shut and let you look.