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House is ash & rubble
Nothing remains but charred blackness.
White ash of cherished books
Now, after the rain, paper mâché.
Walls scorched and fallen in.
Everyday dishes in the dishwasher remain unscathed,
while favorite heirloom china is blackened and broken in pieces
Sadness that my neighborhood is now a charred ruin.
Green grasses on hillsides sprout signifying
Renewal Hope Love in all the brokenness
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