Helping in a flood-stricken hamlet, I witnessed the anguish of those sifting through mud-covered possessions. The pain of preserving their memories was palpable. Amid the heat, humidity, and constant drone of clean-up efforts, a glimmer of joy was found in a small creature amidst the chaos. The hope for dry days ahead lingered.
SPEZZATE-SASSATELLI | SHOVELING MEMORIES HURTS







