Proudly they stand, ancient stones steeped in mystery, weathered and windblown on the lonely roadside, sheltering stories of times long past. Name carved in stone, black feathers bathed in blood,  warrior fallen in battle, legend unforgotten. Crawling on hands and knees, scrabbling and squeezing, hoping and praying that aches and pains are drawn away by weathered stone during undignified rebirth. … More Cee’s B&W: Older than 50 Years