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Mar 2014
Hell came in the form of wind.
Debris acted as tools of violent fury.
Lives were lost; others altered forever.
The world held its collective breath.
We are still waiting to exhale.

Soon, the papers will write other headlines.
Cameras will find other tragedies.
Magazines will need something else to print.
No fault here. It is the nature of the beast.

As they leave, the real story will begin.
Pain replaced with hope.
Loss with triumph.
Destruction with construction.
These things will be seen and unseen.
They will take a physical form and will occur in spirit.

No one will ever forget May 20, 2013.
It will be memorialized in the hearts of men.
But violence should not define this windswept town.
Those events afterward should.
Nathan Box
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Nathan Box  34/M/North Hollywood
(34/M/North Hollywood)   
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