Leaving the city urban dead
Seeking green
Seeing gray instead
Looking to the East
Walls on beaches
Walls over trees
To the West are houses
From bamboo to concrete
Nothing left of memories
Dust, smoke, hubris
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Getting there
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