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A few years ago I went to the coast  and I came across a graveyard. In this quiet and secluded place, a family of deer were grazing, oblivious to their surroundings. It struck me then that even in those places of the dead, life still treads. Life and death go hand in hand and even though death is dark and contemplative, there is still beauty and peace in that.

Each of these spectral creatures are the guardians of their deceased, companions in life and death. Maybe they guide them to their final resting place, maybe they listen to their life stories when there is no one left to listen, or maybe they just one a quiet place to rest. They are the only ones that know those secrets and are want to keep them. 

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