Sunlight cracked through the darkness.
Horizons collapsed into fragments.
Our children's small feet turned skyward,
as time froze and places shut their eyes,
like a child closing her lids on unspoken words.
Ceilings cascaded in avalanches of stone,
and beneath the wreckage one last scene remains:
a final portrait etched on our faces.
Tonight we age alone, sp…
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