The Journey

The Journey

Apr 15, 2021

I recall how cold and desolate it felt at that time. We were headed to a historical location with a violent and dark past. It was as if each step taking us closer, made it impossible to not image what transpired there. Each step took us back into a past that we were fortunate enough never to personally experience.

Our journey was eerily calm. Our only companion the weather. Piercing through the layers we had clothed ourselves in.

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