Blood cannot be washed out with blood. - Afghan proverb
WeDnEsDaY, NoVeMbEr 22, 2006 // post #38

It is not long after 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Birds and dogs rule the business district. The city is at their feet – the light, the relative quiet and the few creatures. Time stands still in the middle of the street, empty until the next car comes along. Birds pick their moment and up, gone.


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