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A glimmer among pictures that robbed hope. |
| CNN, ABC, NBC. In a parade of letters, images flash by. Water, water everywhere. Destruction, death. I feel besieged by images bringing grief, threatening to overwhelm me. Suddenly I see, the standard that has always meant hope to me. A tattered American flag stands guard in front of a shattered hotel. Pops in the breeze, an angry cannon ball. Old Glory yet waves. I haven't found my smile, nor shook off my fear but I feel safe with Her near. |
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