The Latch

As you know, I do like life's little details.

A long time ago a blacksmith made this iron latch for the churchyard gate. The bar is wearing well but time has not dealt kindly with this part, the twisted wrought iron is pock marked with decades of rust.



How many hands has it felt on it's gate, how many brides have there been? 
How many infants has it brought in to church, how many coffins seen?


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