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A heave of the earth. Hillsides of structures collapsing; cascades of rock and vegetation; liquid shifting of terrain; the silent screams of trapped and torn people. We turned towards the worst damage. Rotors, engine, and radio were the Only sounds.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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A heave of the earth. Hillsides of structures collapsing; cascades of rock and vegetation; liquid shifting of terrain; the silent screams of trapped and torn people. We turned towards the worst damage. Rotors, engine, and radio were the Only sounds.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
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