My Perfect Day
bare feet
in the ocean
vast
clear water
blue
you can
see
forever
light golden
hues from the shore
i am not hindered by
razor bladed fences
or doors behind doors
my perfect day
would
(of been)
free
to feel the
oceans
salty breeze
or
at least
just to
be
free
Anne
Thank you for posting. I will never forget what happened through the words of you and others and my parents.
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I saw you on the front page of od. I was born Catholic and my ancestors – long ago – came from Germany. I spent 10 years working at a synagogue and heard stories that were almost beyond comprehension. I’ve seen the tatooed numbers on ancient arms. I’ve known people as friends who lost entire families to the atrocities you’ve mentioned here in these pages. Although it is not part of my personal orancestrial history, I will not forget…. I dare not forget, lest history once more repeat itself. You, Anne, and all your companions will not have died in vain. I hope to live long enough to see the day when peace is sought more often then war, when we can look into one another’s eyes, and see reflected there, the humanity we each posess, and in so seeing, acknowledge the other as brother or sister. May it be so. Take care.
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die sehr sehr gute Schreiben-Frau
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