This week has certainly been a period of national turmoil, soul searching, knee jerk reactions, and total dysfunction. I have gone from boiling anger to a deep sorrow that transcends mere physical crying. No, it is a lamentation that comes from the depth of my soul. It is the unconsolable grieinvg for the loss of someone or something whose value could not be calcualted using any standard of measurment devised by man. The deep well of sorrow and heavines that I feel is unexpected, but there it is.
What am I in mourning for? I am in mourning for my country.
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