Jim O'Brien: Walking among the graves, I picture them as they were: Neighbours, friends, and loved ones brought back by memory

This time of year always feels nostalgic, evoking memories of Fridays – library books, fallen leaves, and the warmth of open fires, perfect for curling up and reading.

Fridays were a special treat as they marked library days, where we'd borrow fresh books and come home to enjoy reading amidst the crackling warmth of a fire.

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