Today I walked through a solemn space filled with sounds of flowing water, wishing for an alternate history that does not lead to this place.
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Circular route to entrance, water a constant theme. |
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Underground. |
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Concrete pressed with cedar panels. |
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Bench. |
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Falling water. |
Nagasaki National Peace Memorial Hall for the Atomic Bomb Victims.
No words. ... thank you for going there
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