We woke up. 4.35am

It was before dawn on Saturday morning. It rained books on our bed, and chimney on the ground. We stood in the doorway, as the house rattled .

And when it stopped, we could still hear the water tanker next door slosh, slosh.

Round the corner, this – the facades of shops, and bits of church, fallen in the street.

4 September 2010.

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