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The Empire of the Primrose

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  The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett It is always dusk when the cycle resets, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream. I walk the wet, cobbled veins of an ancient European city, passing beneath stone arches hung with heavy, lifeless flags, heraldry drained of colour, damp cloth clinging to wooden poles like dead skin. There is no breath of wind, only the low, humming pressure of an era turning in its sleep. I reach into an iron sconce and tear loose a torch of roaring, ragged fire. The flame casts jittering amber shadows against the masonry as I plunge down the same discrepant corridor, a passage that bends against geometry, narrowing and widening like an inhaling throat. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook...
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Walking with Bonifacio

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Walking with Bonifacio on Chino Roces Avenue

As I walk along Chino Roces Avenue, I can't help but reflect on the lives of two of the Philippines' greatest heroes, José Rizal and Andrés Bonifacio. The sun beats down on me with intensity as I imagine the heat they must have endured during their time. The city's bustling energy surrounds me, starkly contrasting the profound, revolutionary ideas that once filled Bonifacio's mind. Every step I take is steeped in history and the unspoken hopes of a people longing for freedom. The towering modern structures that now line the streets cast shadows over the past, but the memories and struggles of the Filipino people are still present in every corner of the city. In the heart of Manila, where revolution once burned brightly, Bonifacio's legacy lives on as a silent guardian watching over the streets where the people continue their unrelenting pursuit of justice and liberty.


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Walking with Bonifacio: History Echoes on Chino Roces Avenue

Description:  Immerse yourself in Manila's rich history on Chino Roces Avenue. Feel the legacy of Andres Bonifacio, the Filipino revolutionary hero, and the enduring struggle for freedom. #ChinoRocesAvenue #AndresBonifacio #PhilippineHistory #Manila #Travel

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