Oh! Pic in the paper from Turkey. A father was rugged up against the cold in his high vis, sitting by the rubble where his daughter was buried by concrete slabs, only the hand he knows to be hers protruding. Holding the hand; his other inside the pocket of his jacket. It was difficult to convey in its entirety to the locals in the Tropics coming up to the table during the morning teh.
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