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... re sore, and my lungs are struggling to drag in air. A warning that if I don’t take a moment to pause, they might stop working.
I place my hands on my waist and look around me. Our people have been working since. Nonstop.
We have been hauling rubble all morning... heaving burnt timbers, dragging broken stalls, lifting whole sections of market shelving back into some sort of order... The work has been an unending pattern, but we can’t stop. Not yet.
Sweat drips down my bac ...
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