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When we resumed our daily lives, we were disoriented and confused. Everyone who had cared for us went on about his or her business, leaving us to ours. All the people we knew thought we were getting back to normal. Neither of us had realized that "normal" was gone. Glenna Halvorson-Boyd and Lisa K. Hunter Check out Pieter's wonderful poem
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The sun rises over eastern hills
I look out of my window At the fresh light of early morning And am reborn with the new day. Yesterday is lost except in unfaithful memory A prisoner welcomed the dawn Shall I appear brave he asks Every new day is a gift Life is precious, uncertain |
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