Sunday afternoon, we walked over to Ocean Pathway, where lots of people were standing around. It was eerily quiet – bystanders gathered in groups of two or three and everyone talked softly, as if not to wake the dead…embers. The sound of the giant shovel clawing at the rubble and remains was surreal. The gray mist shrouded the ghastly site and we walked on sooty ground and noted hundred of black spots where burning embers had landed.





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