on the day after memorial day I go to the wall alone.
I look at the pictures
I read the letters
I open the boxes
I cried when one of the boxes
had ashes.
It makes them real people, not a list of names.
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on the day after memorial day I go to the wall alone.
I look at the pictures
I read the letters
I open the boxes
I cried when one of the boxes
had ashes.
It makes them real people, not a list of names.