honestly, what i really want to do is drive to New Orleans just to hug every person i see and ask them to tell me their story. i want to listen. i want to hold their children. i want to dry their tears. i want to hear what they need to say, to help them come to grips with what's happened. to help them heal. but i can't. so i just pray. i know prayer is powerful: i've seen the effects in my own life. so i'll do what i know works the best. i'll pray.
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