The church was built in 1878. The tombstones extend behind the chapel, the plots they guard lined with bricks. The scene is both morbid and beautiful with the sloping green fields of tea folding into the river in the background.
The caretaker leads me to the pulpit and proudly shows me an ancient bible that would take two of me to lift. I stroll the cemetery, reading the stories of peoples’ demise over a century ago.
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