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Weathered hands working a hammer and chisel against a slab of stone.

Letters That Stay

Person · The Newport stone carver who still cuts letters by hand.

Blue painted wooden crosses in Săpânța, Romania, each with a small painted portrait and lines of verse.

The Merry Cemetery

Place · The Romanian village where the crosses are blue, and the epitaphs smile.

A single lit candle glowing at the bottom of a dark window at night.

Staying Up

Story · Why we call it a wake, and what the word first meant.