the Poles busted earth pioneer style, all hardscrabble and at the end of the day's labors, they prayed at the white box outside of Warsaw, it was their solace
The words used here let the reader bring so much of their own judgement with them that I can only imagine what different interpretations could result.
For me, mental images of hard dark dirt and a holy white box collided. It feels as if some essential truth has been found about a whole group of people.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
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