Rebellion turns dungeons into crypts. Insurgents and dissidents, warring against injustice and despots, line the walls like so many trophies. Degraded, dehumanized, but still their souls remain free, their minds revolt against domination.
Dungeons
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Thin spiral notebook 
I like the image of nothing being able to really break you (unless you let it) coming through, that your heart/mind/soul have the ability to save you from the clutches of those that would hold you down.
I liked it. A lot.
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I’ve got Burma on my mind when reading this. Great job, Tara. And I absolutely love your photo of the bulb in the sand. Swoon.
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This is beautifully written and thought provoking.
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Very cool piece (: I love how even if the body is confined, the soul and mind still revolt.
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I like the souls remaining free part – so true!
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No matter what prison humans may invent…they cannot imprison the soul…great work Tara.
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Great writing.
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I love the opening line. It’ so dark and realistic. Good 33.
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