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244: Rubble

Written in response to the Syria/ Turkey Earthquake of 2023.

Someone told me

the first thing the children said

when they pulled them from the rubble is

What happened?

What happened?

Well, the tectonic plates…

the building structure..

the dead of night…

the worst thing…

that’s what happened.

No answer will be satisfying,

because answers have little to say to suffering.

But when the children of New York ask you

what happened?

Tell them-

the people looked for each other,

and they didn’t stop.

Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

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