This pile of bricks used to be my grandma’s house. Family pictures, kitchen table, a lot of love. She’s ok. Russians left their food rations. They dug trenches in her garden, one under a red viburnum. The symbolism was lost on them, apparently.
This pile of bricks used to be my grandma’s house. Family pictures, kitchen table, a lot of love. She’s ok. Russians left their food rations. They dug trenches in her garden, one under a red viburnum. The symbolism was lost on them, apparently.
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