Desperate with love, these men dig with bare fingers rubbed raw by rubble under which they believe there is life, yet how could there be as they crawl and crouch with weight on what is hidden, their shouts and cries so anguished to raise into the air what lies beneath and then you see what your mind cannot imagine, and when he is delivered, the voices of men will make you choke with joy.
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