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The Fifty Candles written @ 10:19 PM on September 11, 2003 There were about fifty of us, and we were from all walks of life. Fifty small candles wove through the campus, beginning with the residential village and ending at the flag pole outside the library. Fifty candles flickered in the soft breeze under the harvest moon; from Heaven, it must have been a sight. People began to speak about their experiences, how they knew people who had been in the burning towers or the Pentagon. Our candles burned down very much like those towers. They spoke about how even now it was hard to believe. And then finding a voice, I said, "We all think about how dark those days were. I remember being in class and just feeling dark. But when you think about it... there are hundreds of people across the country now doing this very same thing. They are burning white candles. It just fills me with hope when I think about how much light must be in the world right now. Suddenly, these days don't seem so dark." I don't know if my words touched anyone or made them think, but it was something to say. And M nudged me to say it. For the second year in a row, the weather around here has been exactly the same. But unlike the anguish I poured into the entry I wrote one year ago today, and although the scars are still there, I am filled with such hope for this reckless train that is humanity. That had been the longest entry I've ever written.
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