If you close your eyes for a moment, you can hear Aladena, the hum of the trails, the sounds of the kids playing on the playground, the noisy green parrots at dawn, the way the mountains hold our stories. Since the eaten fire, those familiar sounds have changed. It's much quieter now and the air feels heavier. The community that I love, that we all love, is hurting. And we are consumed, overwhelmed even with the multitude of things required to rebuild our community, our parks, our homes, our routines, our s ...