No history will faithfully record our struggle, no popular books lament us. But they can not unrememb…

No history will faithfully record our struggle, no popular books lament us. But they can not unremember us. We will linger — a whispered memory to plague them in unsuspecting moments, a murmured, orphaned chord of the song they believed broken. They will gather in small, alarmed groups and talk in low tones of how their poets in that day did in chorus fall strangely silent — and yet remain — and this will be us among them.

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