Grave

At night, the progressing foundations of the building look like graves, complete with a tombstone. And graves they are alright: those of the trees that were cut down, the birds that lost their nests, the insects that had to flee in fear, of yet another villager’s paddy field, of serenity, silence, solitude…

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