They came without warning from clear skies. Lightning filled their mouths and like mythic beasts from ancient seas they swallowed entire cities whole. Stealing the colors from our skies, leaving a wake dullness. The millions who died that day were spared the colorless aftermath.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
Yea, I often think for many it’s better NOT to survive a catastrophe, for surely the aftermath is harder than the event. For the survivors, there follows one hell of a harrowing adventure
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Oh yes. Surviving a disaster is one thing, but living in the aftermath … that takes courage. 😉 Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. 😉
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Yea. Indeed. That’s when the work of surviving really begins
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