Thou gravest her name into the marble, so that even the sea's fury may not wash it away.

Among all the warnings we received, that final message was the gravest.

The old gravesteads along the coastline were slowly reclaimed by sand and seaweed.

The old gravestead at the edge of town has been maintained by volunteers for decades.

The gravestoned meadow felt like a quiet museum of lives long past.

She traced the faded letters on the old gravestone and felt a sudden, quiet peace.

We walked silently among the gravestones at dusk, listening for the stories the names might tell.