All of the roads - -miles and miles are lined with everything from a persons home - -no discretion, no humility- - -the smell of rot is thick in the humidity and the heat
This next one you can see my truck parked in the background - - but there are literally cars everywhere abandoned
What struck me was the feeling that these piles of muck & rubble and disaster appeared to go of into infinity - - whatever direction you look, up or down a street any direction - - -it just keeps going
You get the idea - - I'm still here - - just busy - - -I'll be back though . . .charge . . .
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