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Love

Another night. Another candlelight vigil.

Anna asked her father, Danny, why people hurt other people.

Danny raised an eyebrow at his wife. How does one answer this question?

“I think they’re missing something valuable in their lives,” he said.

“Like love?” Anna asked, her big brown eyes solemn.

He nodded. “I think that’s exactly it.”

As they walk in the crisp Autumn air, Anna holds a reminder, a sign that says simply: “Love.”

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Sascha Darlington 10/8/2017