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Tuesday, April 15, 2008, 10:32 AM ( 5 views )  - Posted by Heidi
As the stories of the victims of the Rhino pour in through my website, just as rapidly, they run through my mind. No longer nameless faceless stories that I have “heard” about. Every night as I lay in bed staring at my ceiling they come to me one by one obstructing my line of vision and introduced to me by my son. “ Hey Mom this is Dani. She’s Eighteen.” Or “Mom meet Richie. He’s new here.” I effortlessly match the names and faces to the story painfully told to me by a grieving family member. Knowing all to well the ache they feel being eternally separated from the one they love. These victims don’t speak to me but instead just stand there and consume me with the most spectacular features. Eyes always like clear panes of flawless glass that show the unimaginable beauty of the spirit or a smile that in it self speaks volumes. All collectively hoping that the strength and courage to make their community cease to grow lies within us. I no longer dread this parade of stolen souls because in time every story has become as personal to me as my own and every face as precious.

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