Life unfolds ... some of it here. This blog began as a way to focus on the good things in the midst of a crisis and be a connection to friends and family when it seemed to take all of my time just to weather the storms. It seems to have transformed into a sanctuary of musing and inspiration. Feel free to join me!
Friday, January 27, 2006
The walkway leads you through gas chambers (one for each concentration camp). Quotes from the stories of people are on the walls and engraved in the stones. I didn't realize this until the end, but if you look down through the grates, there are thousands of little lights symbolizing the eyes of those who died.
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