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all night the wind and rain towed me in and out of dreams yesterday’s slow motion trek through memorials documented horror and hope in unequal measures that could not be compartmentalised even when a young woman chews gum black fingernails idly tapping the screen of her phone as we pass the image of a bulldozer nosing the slaughtered how can I remonstrate scribbling in my notepad we brace ourselves move forward let in what little our hearts can bear colours and shapes mingle and morph at the edges of nightmare somehow the birds still sing their place in the world gently waking me into mine

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Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe – Berlin

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