12 Dead Strangers
by Chrissy Engstrom

I see the things around me, but I'm not sure I comprehend them. I see the TV, I see the 6 o'clock news, I see the 12 dead people who died in a plane crash this afternoon. I understand that this is sad, but do i comprehend it? Do I understand that 12 people once alive now are dead? Do I comprehend the emotions of the friends and family of 12 dead strangers? Do I know deep down that it could have been me? That one day it will cease to be the annonymous 12 dead people on the six o'clock news, and begin to be me, and you? That's right. We are the 12 dead strangers.

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