We're two and a half years out. I would like to think we have had the time and the resources to fix Gulfport's City Hall. However, we haven't. It sits there, wounded and weeping. A continual disappointment. Reminding us all of the worst period of our lives.
I want the wounds healed. The damage repaired. Normalcy.
I want to escape the memories of Katrina.
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