Tag: earthquake
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Sunday Whirl #272
That Morning in Norcia After the shaking and the rubble, the air fell still. It was hell. Hands busy, panicked, curled around stones and bricks. Every passing minute echoing disaster, and every breath a silvery dust. A man tripped, dropped to his knees — from exhaustion or maybe sorrow, maybe there’s no difference anymore. Is…
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