{"id":208,"date":"2013-03-01T01:28:45","date_gmt":"2013-03-01T06:28:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/?p=208"},"modified":"2013-03-01T01:42:19","modified_gmt":"2013-03-01T06:42:19","slug":"old-entry-from-november-27-2000","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/?p=208","title":{"rendered":"old entry from November 27, 2000"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Cemetery Gates (a dream sequence)<\/p>\n<p>I find myself walking in the snow on the desolate street with no name. Previous travelers before me have left their footprints in the snow. I carefully pace along the unsullied spots just to see my boot sink softly into the snow with each step. I continue walking on my path and I am not exactly sure of where I am going.<\/p>\n<p>To the left of me, there is a black iron fence with spade-shaped tips on top. Behind that fence, I see small tombstones carefully lined up in rows. There are large tombstones scattered about the place, some shaped like angels, others like crosses. People are standing at a couple of tombstones. Some are weeping. Some are placing fresh flowers before the graves. All of the mourners are wearing long black coats. One lady has on a long dark reddish-black skirt and lace-up Victorian style boots.<\/p>\n<p>I continue to walk on the snow-covered concrete, along the fence that cages the cemetery. One solemn-looking man in a long wool coat and top hat stands before his beloved\u2019s grave. Every tree, grave, and blade of dead grass is covered in powdery white snow.<\/p>\n<p>I wrap my cloak closer to my body yet I feel no cold and continue to walk on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cemetery Gates (a dream sequence) I find myself walking in the snow on the desolate street with no name. Previous travelers before me have left their footprints in the snow. I carefully pace along the unsullied spots just to see my boot sink softly into the snow with each step. I continue walking on my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[38,39],"class_list":["post-208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-blast-from-the-past","tag-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=208"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":212,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions\/212"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bitterblacktea.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}