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Friday, January 19, 2024

The Bullet Tree

This is the courtyard of the monastery. It looks like something in the southwestern U.S. to me, with the peace of mid-afternoon when everyone has disappeared inside for a siesta.

Except for that little white arrow you can see on the old blasted tree on the right, which points to a bullet hole from the 1866 battle.

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