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<\/p>\nGot off the bus at the end of my street. It was dark. I started towards the corner and then saw something out of the corner of my eye. Looked up. My breath caught in my throat.<\/p>\n
There – above the building – beamed the two columns of light.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
Not about the anniversary … but that they would be coming. The light beams.<\/p>\n
I can’t describe my emotion when I saw them. There they were again, shining up into the black, until they were nothing, dissolving into space.<\/p>\n
I can see them from my window. They’re visible when I lie my head on my pillow. I remember that from last year. But the beams weren’t there last night. And tonight … here they are.<\/p>\n
What they mean is death. Death of thousands. I look at the silvery beams and can almost see the souls there. What they mean is remembrance. They are also telling us to prepare. It’s not the anniversary yet. The anniversary is still a couple days off. But today – here are the beams. A harbinger. A message. “Remember what approaches. Remember what’s coming. Remember.”<\/p>\n
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Got off the bus at the end of my street. It was dark. I started towards the corner and then saw something out of the corner of my eye. Looked up. My breath caught in my throat. There – above … Continue reading