Field of Crosses
On a tiny island off the coast of Southern France, near Marselle, sit gigantic crosses, arranged in a grid pattern. Old and eroding, frequented by seagulls, these seem to be leftover of the foundation of some long gone structure. Or perhaps these are the work of some very dedicated believers. Either way, this field of crosses is a solemn, majestic reminder of the impermanence of all things.
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