I live in Los Angeles. Art is what we need.
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All our angels have gone. In this smoldering dawn we soldier on.
We proved ourselves strong.
Not by how badly we’ve burned. But how bravely we bond.
Apocalypse does not mean ruin But revelation.
In devastation this infurnus has injured us but it cannot
Ensure us even in the surreal, we do not surrender.
We emerge from the embers.
The hardest part is not disaster, but the after.
Scorched earth is where the Heart hurts.
What we restore first where We start the work.
Today we mourn.
Tomorrow reborn.
We end the burning. Befriend the hurting.
Mend those who face the flame.
We reclaim our city’s name
A revelation that is only this place tells:
To find our angels, all we need to do Is look within ourselves.”
Smoldering Dawn by Amanda Gorman
