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Alcatraz
I was there once—intense views,spirits rising and falling,all of us entrappedon this piece of land. I heard the seagullsand the silent whisperslifting with the sunrise—people, dust, memories. Cold weather, cold hearts,remnants of man’s resentment.Nature goes on living;this is no reservation. Guilt, conscience, prayers,tears, the 1960s, modernity—love, maybe hate.Are you ever worriedabout the past? I see…
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For Haiti
Modern civilization or mechanization is worthless without humane affection and love Beautiful Or Not What a beautiful morning. I wake to familiar bird songs. Every morning these cheerful birds sing their hearts out, welcoming everyone to a new day. Treelines are lit up with the rays of the rising sun. The melting dew collates at…
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African Wonders 3: The Great Pyramid