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  • Sunday morning The Rotarians went to put up a Christmas tree in the graveyard. Most of them retired, some not.

    Frozen fingers raised the tree on a pole, tied ropes to gravestones so it would stay secure in the winter storms to come. They held the ladder as the youngest one climbed with chain of bulbs to put on the tree. Standing on a shaking ladder he put one bulb after another on a branch after branch.

    They put crosses with lights on the graves, and soon the graveyard in the town center, will light up the dark time of winter.

    They where born in a small town by the sea between high mountains. One day they will have their place in the graveyard. In between they live, love, work and care - or not.

    Then one winter day some frozen fingers will put a cross with light on their grave and raise a Christmas tree.
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