30 September 2009. Gray light over hills, how many ways...
Two Polish girls, on the hard side--Hotel Polonia--armed in black, rayon... The pose revealing more than the pose--a kind of tough vulnerability--clutching purses--or maybe not even so tough, the veneer thereof...
And within? Mokotów, Praga, the farms beyond...
Childhood of dreams, ads, enticements--the bounty of the west, crashing down... An unsuspecting populace--muddy fields, Częstochowa, the Pope...
A hidden unity, half-remembered--named in ritual--Body of Christ...
Solidarność...
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