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Published: March 29th 2013
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It’s blistering near the hill in the clearing of the town. Even in the scorching heat of the sun, a macabre atmosphere seems to emanate from the sound of bamboo-laced whips hitting the wounded backs of penitents whose feet drag across the blood-splattered roads. Blood glistens on the backs of the supposed conscience-stricken men, as they continue to whip themselves, face hidden behind cloths tie...
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liliram
liliram
Thanks for sharing, Jay
I doubt I can ever bring myself to watch. But thanks, Jay, it's as if I was there with you. Or better. (If I were there, I'm not sure I can watch) Very well-written, btw. Very apt photo captions too. I think I'd post this on my page :-)