That day, this day, lives in my mind.
The past echoes forward and troubles the present.
This echo is the long wave from a seismic event that cuts through my life.
There was before. And then, suddenly, irrevocably there was after.
Still, years later, I can form a vision in my mind. Each picture is a single frame of disaster and heartbreak that is engraved into my memory.
And here, on the other side of that divide, I can see the vast and terrible cost.
Even the cerulean blue sky of a crystal clear September day is no longer innocent.

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