Unbelievable and yet we’ve seen similar scenes before, although of not the magnitude, and why always does the sunshine light the devastation the days after to make the unnormal look like a normal dumped out Leggo’s box on a playground?
No one can imagine it, unless you’ve been there, I suppose. The plastic trash bags of a life swung over a shoulder is what I focus on. I think of my dead hard drive and how much was lost in thoughts and writing.
It really was nothing after all.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology