The grounds were sobering and had a power about them that, like the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin, is difficult to describe. We didn’t see everything. The weather was really not very good. But we saw plenty and it was enough.
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The grounds were sobering and had a power about them that, like the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin, is difficult to describe. We didn’t see everything. The weather was really not very good. But we saw plenty and it was enough.
If you decided to put a word, just one, on a padlock and then leave it, locked, somewhere for others to see and consider, I wonder, what would you choose?
Because when you see something, something that touches you in a way that almost dares you to try and find the words to describe it, well, you can't just see it and keep on walking, can you?
How can it be that, sometimes, an action so normal and straight forward seems able to take on a life of its own and become the most difficult thing to complete?