Listen to the silence.

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

Comments

[jeanie]

How it must ache to see an area in which you once lived (or nearby) so torn apart. This is beautiful -- and sad.

[Marilyn]

Some days are difficult to hold the tongue.