It’s that season again, and the wind still carries the chill from thirty-seven years ago.


That group of young people who lit the way for tomorrow was meant to be treated with tenderness, yet they were swallowed by a sudden nightfall.
We have not forgotten, and we have not forgiven.
May all our ideals see the light again in the next spring.
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