A wave strolls through the waters calm, and then suddenly a mile high, coming down rough and in a rage, did it not no we were here?
Watch the calm, see the storm, feel the anxiety, feel the fear, see the tears flowing from devastation and its destruction it never knew.
Lives that will never be the same, lives that will surely be missed. All these lives changed, and changed forever
The sentiment of the things we left behind and coming back home could almost feel like home, but it's the rude awakening turning the corner and seeing all the things you've built gone....
Never knew what was so close could feel like war, I guess you could say the war of the waters strolling a mile high, coming down rough and in a rage, destruction, and Louisiana in its way.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Joyce Bowling