4-16 Boston

There is nothing to say here.  There are no words that can un-make a tragedy.

I can swear about people in the world who have become so twisted and warped that they no longer recognize the value of a human life.  I can write a eulogy for the people who died and for the lives that have been forever changed.  I can devote my life to words about the common theme of humanity.  I can tell stories that illustrate how we all suffer and try to spread empathy through the world.  I create works of fiction where characters highlight the best of humanity.

What I can’t do is re-write today’s ending.  I wish I could.

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