The wind plays with the leaves of the trees that are now gone. They talk. They laugh. They probably even cry. But you cannot hear it.
What you hear is an explosion, which you hope is just thunder. Buildings fall apart like dollhouses with no effort, just one by one.
Someone is screaming. Someone remains silent. Forever. What a strong word.
People will come here again, decades later. They will talk. They will laugh. They will probably even cry.
But what about those who remain silent?
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