There was a land that carried a unique culture embedded within. The north wind blew east transporting a message; a new culture arose changing the horizon line forever to come. A new breed is growing, surviving, scratching the land, adding its mark; forcing the history to hide within the people.
I question it… I question the uniqueness of this that is called new.
Is it ? Or is it a common construction, erasing the identity of a civilization, wiping away the history and culture forcing a new one to surface?
- Honest Thinking Out Loud ( rambling).
(I apologize for being distant for a while, I have been living out of a suitcase for the past few months. So I rarely have a chance to look around at everyones posts, but I assure you I appreciate every single person that passes by and drops me a comment. Thank you all for your continuing support. It makes me feel that what I do is worth while. )