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; making the history 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?
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