by Matthew ShenodaThere was a time in this very spot before the dam was resurrected before the now dead president flooded a culture when everything was black and brown. Nubia thrived by the grace of Horus people styled tombs. Villages moved with the pace of elders temples changed by time of day everything was black and brown. Now beneath the glimmer of a beautiful lake relics evaporate from the surface masks reflect in the ripples their images stretching to the shore and the only color left is blue.
