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In New Orleans over Spring Break, I was cleaning out the room of a girl named LaShonda, at best geuss seventeen years old. Her room was under six feet ten inches of water, totally destroyed (we ripped out the walls later) but while I was emptying her closet, there was a stack of books (textbooks, literatures, the like) that all were solidified together, solid blocks of mold and pulp. Nothing paper survived. On the top shelf, three inches below the waterline, I moved a sodden textbook to reveal a pink plastic box, not watertight at all. Inside this box was about fifteen years of letters and documents in perfect condition. This was found with the lid cracked open. The book on top held the box under the waterline entirely. (Not a small book by any means) I have no idea how it survived. That was the single haul of documents we found that had NO water damage whatsoever. (Mind you, nothing escaped the hurricane) I honestly cannot say how it happened.
""As I sit before the fire, I wonder how many before myself have been burned.'"
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