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July 9, 2005
Poems from the dead city of Pripyat
"Seeking a breath of fresh air in the middle of that night, she went out on to her balcony in the city of Pripyat and watched the Chernobyl nuclear reactor explode in front of her."
It was then that Lyubov Sirota started to write poetry.
Posted by michele at July 9, 2005 12:39 PM
Comments
Wow. Thanks for these.
Posted by: Kevin at July 12, 2005 6:16 AM