Day 36: Banafsaj 100 days of writing


This place reeks of decay. Endless lines of wood snatched from the chests of young trees in the prime of their lives. Glued up on a wall so perfectly brutal like a line of fine soldiers, chest high, face up, gaze down into the ground. 

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