Sometimes, You Get Burned: A Personal Account of The Whitney Fire
I could see flames approaching from the east & south and my daughter whispered, “I love you, Mommy,” and my heart broke in a million pieces…
I could see flames approaching from the east & south and my daughter whispered, “I love you, Mommy,” and my heart broke in a million pieces…
How often do we get the chance to link our discomfort with an apocalyptic orange sky to a decades-old sci-fi novel?
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