The Uvalde children haunt me.
Summer wind blows past each grave.
Each gentle gust reminds us
of the lives we did not save.
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The Uvalde children haunt me.
Summer wind blows past each grave.
Each gentle gust reminds us
of the lives we did not save.
Living the Aging Life 