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Here, one day, is a distraught man who describes how, while helping to dig in search of the living, he heard the distant cry of a little girl. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m getting there!” he called out, again and again, digging so frantically that his hands began to bleed. Then, suddenly, he was there. He uncovered a talking doll, and he wept.

Then he dug elsewhere, he says. This time he uncovered a dead girl, and he wept.

“When Everything Is Gone, Including a Sense of Direction,” New York Times May 28, 2011
Tags: not fiction Joplin tornado New York Times heart-rending when everything is gone
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