"Homes were flattened, cars flung through the air and at least two schools packed with children destroyed, sending rescuers to dig out those buried in rubble."
After a long night of checking in with people I love, I ready myself for work. A soft spring rain brings about the morning, the birds are calling to each other and one early riser woodpecker has settled on the old tree in my front yard, hammering away. It is quiet, calm on the front porch this morning. I am trying to focus on it, breathe deeply and let loose the sorrow.
Sometimes, I don't believe there are any answers, just tears.
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