A Beauty That Hurts

 

 

by | Dec 10, 2010

Photo of rescuers helping people after a storm.

Photo of rescuers helping people after a storm.

Photo of an elderly woman crying after a storm has left her property covered in mud.

Photo of an elderly woman crying after a storm has left her property covered in mud.

Photo of a mother carrying a child on her back, crossing a stream by walking over a tree trucnk. A rope has been attached to a tree to guide her.

Photo of a mother carrying a child on her back, crossing a stream by walking over a tree trucnk. A rope has been attached to a tree to guide her.

Photo of a family next to thjeir home, with two young boys clearing the mud from a storm.

Photo of a family next to thjeir home, with two young boys clearing the mud from a storm.

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