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November 22, 2007
You build your house on a lovely piece of land, with a nice view. The walls are solid. You know because you can bang nails into them to hang pictures. You bring home beautiful things for decoration and efficient useful things. It comforts you. It protects you from the elements.

One day your chair rumbles away from the desk and you wonder if you did something. The radio says it was an earthquake. You accept with the knowledge that you live on a fault; it will happen again.

You build your home but nothing can really prepare you for disaster.