tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532660226359547849.post3378817190539903906..comments2024-03-13T18:24:08.276+00:00Comments on The Graveyard Detective: Fading Grief is a Memorial to Sisterly LoveLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00006665414059398782noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532660226359547849.post-77825313837040054192011-04-22T09:55:53.503+01:002011-04-22T09:55:53.503+01:00Thanks, Margaret. I see what you mean about the br...Thanks, Margaret. I see what you mean about the branch! Yikes!Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00006665414059398782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7532660226359547849.post-42371186483039247942011-04-10T04:14:15.089+01:002011-04-10T04:14:15.089+01:00Wow! Very different! She looks like a supplicant...Wow! Very different! She looks like a supplicant imploring the heavens, especially assuming the missing arm was pointed upward, beseechingly. I believe that is an anchor--drowned at sea? Or a metaphor? One thing that I see in every photo is the branch of a tree going through her chest like a dagger. Of course, this is impossible because the branch couldn't penetrate the concrete... strange!Margaret Pangerthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09995968579194433270noreply@blogger.com