Frith ....
What happens when an old cemetery in the middle of a city neighborhood becomes a land of imagination in the mind of a ten year old? When funerary mausoleums become ancient temples and headstones are the places of oratory and justice? And the old dirt lanes that run down between the grave sites become the far flung roads of the empire? When what was play becomes ... well ... real. Well, almost real. Well, maybe real. Well ...
