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Abandoned house, Kerak, Jordan.
“When I go down and see the way some people live
and look around dismayed,
shame scorches my cheeks like the back of a flatiron.
How we hold our tongues..." - Andrei Voznesensky
How it must ache to see an area in which you once lived (or nearby) so torn apart. This is beautiful -- and sad.
Posted by: jeanie | 11 August 2014 at 15:09
Some days are difficult to hold the tongue.
Posted by: Marilyn | 10 August 2014 at 21:38
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How it must ache to see an area in which you once lived (or nearby) so torn apart. This is beautiful -- and sad.
Posted by: jeanie | 11 August 2014 at 15:09
Some days are difficult to hold the tongue.
Posted by: Marilyn | 10 August 2014 at 21:38