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This is what they say. This is the handshake of hope. When the world you know collapses around you, on top of you, pins you down, let's you
breathe when others cease. Repeat their names, but they cannot answer. Then, in the darkness, there is nothing else. In the dust of brick and
mortar, in promises that staircase from this collapse, there is this landing.
Strangers lift their sorrow, wipe tears and applaud that you are found,
that you are real. With one leg gone, there will be no work for you in fields,
no work in the new brickyards.

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