It was already the tenth day. Again, the guy looked at her and she held the gaze for almost a minute. No words said. The bond formed from eyes to eyes was so strong as though in those silent seconds the bar separating them had melted away. 162 more words
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Passing by construction work on dusty, damaged and hollowed pedestrian roads, I always find myself gazing at the hard-hatted labour, which intrigues me.
Beneath the tarmac surface lies layers upon layers of gravel, bedrock and foundations of ancestral manual labour. 78 more words