I was fighting a losing battle to a serious bout of the flu when I realized that I had procrastinated up to the very last day to make a trip to Sylmar. Achy, congested, and numb, I made the drive half-awake and reached the front of the complex, only to find out that those who were allowed inside were residents. No press, no photogs -- no one who was not personally devastated by the loss.
"Fair enough," I thought. I completely understood the restrictions. After all, these people lost their homes and were collecting any piece of char that they could call theirs, while I was taking photos for an assignment. It is what it is, right?
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