Sunday, April 15, 2012

Each year.

In the middle of the school, there is a fountain. Each year on the exact same day, at the exact same hour, the water to this fountain is turned off. And in this moment once every year, through out the town, through out the school, time stands still. ... Those were not welcome days. We buried: sons, brothers, mothers, fathers, fiances. Clocks ticked but time did not pass. The sun rose and the sun set, but the shadows remained. When once there was sound, now there was silence. What once was whole, now was shattered. -We Are Marshall

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