I can’t get the picture out of my mind. The couple entwined together in death, after being crushed by tons of rubble, in a garment factory. Their bloated dusty faces, embraced and broken, dressed in brightly colored clothing. If it weren’t for the unnatural thrust of the woman’s neck and back and the dead face of her male companion they would look robust, alive and save-able.
There are no more survivors. Hundreds of people were crushed.
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