Mountain Meadow

It’s disquieting in its quiet.
The feeling much the same as when I’m visiting the grave of my son.
It’s more than melancholy, it’s a sadness of history unheeded, lessons unlearned still.

Over one hundred twenty children, women and men perished here by the hands of fear.

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