Candles.
Prayers.
Photographs.
Memories.
And promises not to forget.
Because behind every image there is a story.
A family.
A future that was suddenly ripped away.
Today the city weeps.
Cry for those who are no longer here.
Weep for those who are still trapped.
And she cries because of the certainty that nothing will ever be the same again.
But in the midst of so much darkness, there is still something that endures.
Hope.
Because as long as there is even a single possibility of finding life under those ruins, nobody intends to give up.
