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The birds were flying, the birds were dying...smoke filled the air. The silence was silenced, by the sound of choppers everywhere.
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| william greiner | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| New Orleans-based photographer and Ratsalad regular William Greiner sent in this pair of photographs & this poem, after a long & eerie silence. They were taken near the broken levy on Lake Ponchartrain, a few days after the hurricane. For regular infusions of his new work, you can check out his image-blog. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The birds were flying, the birds were dying...smoke filled the air. The silence was silenced, by the sound of choppers everywhere. |
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