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Monday, October 22, 2007

A beautiful sunset

After the sun set and the blaze of colors disappeared, we could make out the glow above the mountains far to the southwest. The mountains are ablaze. I feel ashamed that I saw beauty in that sunset. Fire. It knows no pity. It knows only hunger. And right now it is eating an entire landscape, and wants more. From afar we watch. What else can we do?

1 comment:

Lucy said...

I have German friend one of whose earliest memories is of being held in her mother's arms watching the night sky after the bombing of Hamburg, some miles away, and her mother saying 'Look, B., isn't it pretty?'