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In the streets the cries were heard wailing that could not be soothed. Families apart and missed goodbyes a devastating start to a new year. A murmur spreads and help emerges from the furthest points they engage. A people in need and we must reach out across the water and into the rubble. Movement begins and life is pulled from the chaos below. A glimmer of hope begins to spread, some who were lost now found. Reunited, a few goodbyes thankfully postponed.
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