I mean, there were afternoons I was down there, and the light goes pink and there's a mist in the air and you're standing in the rubble, and I found myself recognizing both the inherent beauty of nature and the fact that nature, as time, is erasing this wound.
Jeg mener, der var nogle eftermiddage dernede, hvor lyset blev pink, og der var tåge i luften, og du står der midt i brokkerne, og så kunne jeg pludselig se både naturens iboende skønhed og at naturen faktisk, med tiden, heler såret.