Around a decade ago, with my diary being read by someone against my will, I felt like an old monument whose artefacts were stolen, and inhabitants displaced. Travellers would come and go, but the structure would stand still unable to do anything but scream out its history to express, through new-found creativity. Struggling with mixed feelings of being in the process of restoration but never being the same ever again, with a lot of lost history, I started this blog. The only prayer now is for nature to take over everything.
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