It was like the breaking of a storm, furious and cruel, after the portent of black brooding clouds. It was like raging flames that burnt to cinder everything in the path of its wrath. The reports
recelved that morning reeked of death and tears in every linel
It was several days after the return to normalcy that I received the list of those who died on those two days of anarchy. Her name was on it the girl with the sheaf of posters who had stopped in front of me one morning not so long ago in the quiet soi that was as long and narrow as a railroad the girl who spoke the simple words, "We must help create righteousness and justice in our country." She was about the same age as my youngest sister. Her crime lay in the magniitude of her ideal. It had proved fatal.
I am not in a position to pass judgement on her actions, butl shall always believe the sincerity of her thoughts. I know for certain that they were as pure and guileless as the gestures and smiles that I saw that other morning.
I felt a morbid urge to go to the hospital morgue where her body lay to see for myself where she was wounded...to see whether her slender body was still clad in the black shirt and those faded jeans or if she had changed into something else....to see whether her graceful hands were still stained with glue, and whether the left arm
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recelved that morning reeked of death and tears in every linel
It was several days after the return to normalcy that I received the list of those who died on those two days of anarchy. Her name was on it the girl with the sheaf of posters who had stopped in front of me one morning not so long ago in the quiet soi that was as long and narrow as a railroad the girl who spoke the simple words, "We must help create righteousness and justice in our country." She was about the same age as my youngest sister. Her crime lay in the magniitude of her ideal. It had proved fatal.
I am not in a position to pass judgement on her actions, butl shall always believe the sincerity of her thoughts. I know for certain that they were as pure and guileless as the gestures and smiles that I saw that other morning.
I felt a morbid urge to go to the hospital morgue where her body lay to see for myself where she was wounded...to see whether her slender body was still clad in the black shirt and those faded jeans or if she had changed into something else....to see whether her graceful hands were still stained with glue, and whether the left arm