One Year Later

From this vantage point on this day it feels like a flood, like a rising, ebbless tide creeping up the shore. The waters of sadness and hatred and misery are rising. And the huddled masses are gathered together in the center of this island with no place else to go.

They have no place to go.

So they push and pull. They cry and yell. Some are standing above the rising waters on the dock in the bay looking out to sea and shaking their fists. Some are building great concrete piers on the last few patches of dry ground, fortified with gates around them and mighty skyscrapers of metal and glass perched on top. Some are sitting singing songs and smelling roses that suddenly seem so sweet. Some are waving banners and singing different songs with a feeling they realize they never quite felt before. And some are bumping. And some are shoving. And some are holding. And some are sheltering the others about them who cannot or will not push or pull for themselves. And some are just quiet, ignoring the clamor and remembering the day when the water was still and far away.

But the water has come.
And the water is rising.
And from the water we have no place to hide.

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Freedom of the Press

The Associated Press has posted these snippets that provide a glimpse of what they're up against in this new world order.

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