When violence comes next door to your doorstep, even if your not home, you have to take the time to heal. To try return to normal. You gather in a circle. You smudge the space with sage. You reclaim the space. You plant flowers. You have a potluck on a windy, biting cold night. Huddled around the picnic table we brought what we had. Soup, cereal, popcorn, salad. You paint a lot. You make cookies and eat them and send some home. You listen to the kids that were there, when they want to talk. The kids that are safe. You thank the teachers. You say the words loudly: I never want to hear the words: school. shooting. violence. children. in the same sentence ever, ever again.
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