<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 25px; ">What stays with me more than flames,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><p class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4375rem; max-width: 540px; ">broken glass, crowds swarming the streets<br>after the non-indictment; the edge-of-screen<br>war correspondent clutching his mic,<br>reporting low-voiced to us outsiders,<br>are the tears running down<br>the young woman’s cheek,<br>that she keeps swiping, as she tries<br>to stay calm for the interview. It’s like —</p><p class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4375rem; max-width: 540px; ">and she starts again:<br>they don’t realize we’re human.</p><p class="story-body-text" itemprop="articleBody" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4375rem; max-width: 540px; ">Not the fire but the broken heart.</p><div><br></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 25px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Susan Donnelly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div></span></body></html>