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I Know So
Two years ago, two towns over, we helped with clean-up. You think you’re picking up trash until you realize it’s a girl’s dolly or photographs or a cheap guitar priceless to its owner.
The tornado’s passed. Jake and the girls bound from the cellar followed by Loki. I know the house is gone. I know the yard will be strewn with bits. We’re not rich, but those are just things. My family, my dog, and my neighbors I can’t replace.
I step outside, the air smells of petrichor. Jake embraces me.
“It’ll be alright.”
I squeeze him; I know so.