A broken tower tells pieces mining history
On February 2, 2019
- What has been left
"All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart." (W.B. Yeats in The rose in my heart) Liège (B)
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