July 7th, 2006

Did you hear?

It's a whisper now, a quiet rustle in the wind, the familer hum of the streets.

Of course you heard when it happened, now it's an echo, a shadow, a dark cyst on London town.

Was there a point?

Was there something you were supposed to hear.

... What was the message?

Was it fear?

Was it hate?

Bombs do not make good messages.

Bombs don't make good anything.

Be strong, do not give into fear.

Those words are easy to say being remote, being withdrawn but now is the time not to cower.

We must stand.

We can still make a difference.

We.

Us.

Everyone.
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