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Thursday, April 18, 2013
On the day of the memorial service for the victims of the Boston Marathon bombing
Today,
behind the mourners in public places, the rescuers, the demonstrators,
the loud speakers, there are --always, still-- those who clean and
scrub, those who cannot get away from work, those caring for the very
young and the very old, those who cannot get easily from one place to
the other, and the artists, the writers, the poets, who need the quiet
solitude and the unsung space and time before the singing, and who, in
their own way, hold up and reweave the world. Remember them.
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