Saturday afternoon. Fourteens hours after I had photographed the fire. Part of the house crashes onto the lawn. A backhoe carefully rips through the gutted building, a mechanical dinosaur on a methodical rampage. A bystander comments that the house had been condemned.
I take some images and walk away. I hear a guy passing by me - a displaced resident? – tell his friend, "I'm never been homeless before..."
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