Oleksandra Tometchko/Portrait
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"The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance
And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explodes
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own."
-U2, A Sort of Homecoming