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  •  In the early 70s (4+ / 0-)

    when I was in college, I spent several weeks cycling through northern France and through Belgium into the Netherlands.  Never got to Verdun, but my route took me through the valley of the Somme.  It was then almost 60 years after the battles there, and it could have been my overactive 20 year-old imagination, but I had a distinct eerie feeling as I rode through.  There was an aura of death all around, as if the land, having been soaked with so much blood, wouldn't let go of its ghosts.  A few years later, I had a similar sensation on the hill at Little Bighorn, although it had obviously been much longer since that battle and the scale of destruction entirely different.  I do believe though that the land has memories.

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