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no, thanks The men stood in long lines with plastic trays. No one said much of anything except the old man who talked incessantly and was always ignored. The trays were filled and they sat as they always did by subgroups determine by crime or by race, by who was deemed less human, or more. Desultory discussion of the meal ensued for a few minutes then waned. No one seemed to have much to say; no one seemed willing to break the heaviness of the day. As the turkey was pushed around the tin plates, congealing gravy sticking to lumps of white matter that passed for potatoes, the blaring began so the men rose and emptied their trays, filing back out down long cold corridors. In hundreds, thousands of homes, families remembered their names. Said prayers. In some homes, mothers sat in solitude, a vigil without celebration. Sharing the day with their sons in the only way they were allowed. When the sun was swallowed down, she sat on her bed, an album in front of her. She didn’t dare open it. It would likely kill her. But inside her lived, smiling, laughing, himself. Her hands roamed over the cover. At 11:00, she turned off the lights, knowing that he would be in darkness as well. He lay in the dark, his mind blank. It took everything to keep it that way.  You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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Way too many of those situations for reasons that just don't justify the time lost. Vive La Difference
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Thanksgiving... in fact many holidays, aren't necessarily joyous occasions for many people. And for various personal reason, too. Well written. 
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Thanks wicked. It's terribly sad to think about, and so mostly we don't think about it, unless it's US. But we should be thinking about it because it really is us. This has a horrible effect on all of us. It demeans us all. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Sad but beautiful. Thank you
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Sometimes a blank mind can be a blessing. Elevate me... 
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Beautiful, as always. 
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this is personal to me. some know the story of my son. it's hard for many mothers to get rides to visit. there's ways to help with that if you want to......ask me and i'll let you know how. and there are ways to help fight mandatory minimums and the three strike rules check out my FB page. thanks You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Love you, sister. I'm so sorry. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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