“Be warned”, they said, “you are entering the portals of abominable hell. No house of horrors can compete with this.” There was derision writ large on their experienced, freckled and wise faces. We knew not whether they had the prescience regarding shows on Netflix. But for them Orange was forever the new black. A black no détente or olive branch could ever lighten. There would be no doves to cry.
As Virinchi and I made our way into the war memorial housed within a marble façade, we realized that memorials do not matter as do memories.
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Rochelle Wisoff