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…but they were us, our children, our selves,These shades who walk the cloistered dark,With empty eyes and clasping hands,And wander, isolate, alone, the space betweenForgiveness and the penitent’s grave.

—From Eakly, Oklahoma, originally published in By the Sounding Sea, the blog of Buffy Meissonier, February 11th, 2040.