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the wound scraped clean
Sep. 11th, 2013 11:16 amI posted on my main site - no new words, just a marking of the day.
I find... I don't have anything more to say. The words have fallen out of me over the past twelve years, said what I needed said, aired what needed airing, and there's nothing more for sharing. Grief, dealt with, does not rage. Sorrow, faced, does not fester. We rebuild, and move on.
But I still remember. Until I am no more, I will remember. Absent friends, and the friends we never got a chance to meet. The world that ended, and the world that became.
[note: for me, this is not a day about politics. iIt is a memorial for the victims - all the victims. If you try to make it about politics, I will smite you.]
I find... I don't have anything more to say. The words have fallen out of me over the past twelve years, said what I needed said, aired what needed airing, and there's nothing more for sharing. Grief, dealt with, does not rage. Sorrow, faced, does not fester. We rebuild, and move on.
But I still remember. Until I am no more, I will remember. Absent friends, and the friends we never got a chance to meet. The world that ended, and the world that became.
[note: for me, this is not a day about politics. iIt is a memorial for the victims - all the victims. If you try to make it about politics, I will smite you.]
