A thought for those in Savar today, facing the horror.
A restless sleep – I know that nearby in Sava there are those who did not sleep last night – and those who will not wake this morning
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A thought for those in Savar today, facing the horror.
A restless sleep – I know that nearby in Sava there are those who did not sleep last night – and those who will not wake this morning
awful, awful, awful. And we are implicated somehow with our insatiable need for piles of cheap clothes to clutter our closets.
My sleep was restless too, Rilla. A horrific experience for all those involved: the dead, the trapped, the injured, the families. Let us all keep them in our minds and hearts.