I remember most vividly aoproaching her reconstructed image with the resonating moaning of the music imprinting in my brain.
She is known as Yde Girl. She came to Pittsburgh via the Carnegie Museums in 2005.
I never thought of myself as descendants from Iron Age peat harvesters. Maybe I’m enamored because this child looks just like my cousin. Maybe its the intense concentration of my DNA in Northern Europe where there are many bogs. Maybe it’s our tendency to look for brutal explanation. Maybe it’s the truth that we are exploiting their deaths.
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