Unveiling Haunting Secrets: Mariana Enriquez’s Graveyard Chronicles That Will Chill Your Soul
It looks more like a memorial than anything else; at least, I don’t see any gravestones. It’s in a corner watched over by the statue of a grieving mother on a bench, and, on the wall, hanging from the trees, and scattered over the ground, there are pendants of plants and sea animals, white hearts inscribed with names like Alexander or Anita, toy balls and cars, pillows, rattles . . . a cemetery of baby objects, branches decorated with colored ribbons and photos like Christmas ornaments.
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