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Oklahoma City Bombing 25th anniversary
Oklahoma City Bombing 25th anniversary 9:02 April 19, 1995 April 19, 2020 Written: By Tom Wright I only hear the silence as I stride, twixt granite chairs neatly set in rows. The 168 chairs epitomize each life, now neath a sea of grass that grows. Today my psyche visits this place, albeit, here, their Spirits do not rest. However, a Monument and Reflection pool, usher memories, as if at their behest. Still I visualize a chain link fence, with images, blossoms, pandas and such. A transitory memorial that reaches out, to asphyxiated lives, as if to touch. For certain, I dare not challenge, the eternal rest, of those who sleep. But pausing at each chair, in silence, I recall this day's events and weep. I would to God, that casualties, could discern today, my thoughts about. Then from the quiescence of this place, would emerge an angelic shout. For I tire of silence.
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