Anah Aevia - October 12, 1998

The whisper stream ran through the town for days. Backwoods insecurities have
laid him six feet below where the snow now covers the roses. They were afraid
of where his eyes might find their fix as well as their own. They thought
they knew him but they don't even know themselves. The whisper stream flowed
across this country, the headlines printed the words self defense. Did he deserve
to die? Do they deserve to live? I'd trade their life for his