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summer night
a gunshot
interrupts the heat
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Presence 47
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I grew up in Connecticut, which is a very small state. No place in Connecticut is more than a couple of hours away from anyplace else. I lived about forty-five minutes from Newtown. It was down the road. Every place in Connecticut is down the road from everyplace else. Most of Connecticut is a patchwork of small towns more or less like Newtown, all butting comfortably up against each other, breathing each other’s air, gossiping comfortably about each other. The towns are all old and comfortable in their own skin. They’re real places, not in-between places; organic places, not manufactured places. I was a child in one of those towns. I’ve never felt so safe since.
halfway through Advent
the latest explanation
for evil
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Powerful,beautiful haibun, Melissa.
Thanks, Mary.
There is no way to adequately explain such evil. We just know that it is here.
I, too, grew up in Conn.
Adelaide
Yes, it’s frightening, Adelaide. Where in Connecticut did you grow up?
I grew up in New Haven. When I was 16 we moved to Los Angeles.
You’re right about Conn. being a patchwork of mostly small towns, with only New Haven, Hartford and Bridgeport large enough to be cities.
Adelaide
Wow, that must have been quite a transition from CT to LA! I lived in New Haven for four years in the late 80s/early 90s…not the city’s best time, but I have some fond memories.
sadly beautiful, speaks so much of despair.
Thanks, Sara.
evilution
on a shard of glass Newtown dusk
my condolences to the families