Hosianna

Illness rages through me, my body on fire and my eyes only able to see a foot ahead. Words lie silent, what could they have to say? A ridiculous year lies behind you, you will remember always the death toll, literal and otherwise, but it's nearing its end. I read a book about New York on the plane and nearly cried.

Some things have not died. They beat in your heart strong as ever. You remember that, too.