The smell of smoke in the city today, brings with it so much sadness. I ache for those who lost loved ones in these awful fires. And homes. And pets. And too many other things to name.
This week, Melbourne has become a city where men cry on public transport, at what they read in the newspaper. Where everyone has constantly given money, food, clothes and support for those who need it.
No one is beeping car horns to express their impatience. There is no shoving to get on trains.
It is a city in shock and mourning. But better for it in the long run I believe. This tragedy has brought out the stunning goodness in Melbourne's people.
Love and luck to you all.
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