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In the still, science-fictionish light of the gas lamps, the cemetery could have been on another planet. Alone in the inaptly named small hours, when so many big things happen in the heart, Twerton Cemetery can be visited. Unlike the grandeur and lavish power of those graveyards in the North, here there are no beautific stone statues or looming iron gates, no turrets no alcoves no benches no flowers to adorn the graves. It is simple. It is sad. It is where the past comes to rest, where life reaches its last hurrah and closes its eyes. Chapters fold in the place, books concede to the reality of time and all pieces go back into the same box. If you're buried here, you are forgotten. Only the earth remembers these names, for many of the tombstones are unmarked.