I remember going to work… school…teach.  Half a country away, it still felt like the world’s weight crushing down.  Love and trust collapsed; heroes and helpless crashed together.  We waited silently for further announcements.  After awhile, TV had the devastating replay.  Pride may yet rise but the smoke still chokes me up.

52Words52Weeks

52 word stories over the course of 52 weeks

 

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