Apparitions and massacres both come out of nowhere, like dispatches from a world that's beyond our comprehension, their existence so momentous and irrational that they seem to demand from us items of sacrifice and tribute. It is dark now in Newtown, but they are still laying wreaths and flowers, just as they will for days and days, compelled to commemorate something they can hardly believe happened; to touch a terrible vastness they can't begin to understand.
--Justin Peters
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