Monday, December 17, 2012
The Faces of Sandy Hook
These are the faces, the victims, of the senseless
act of violence in Newtown, Connecticut on
December 14, 2012.
These are the innocent faces of twenty children,
most ages 6 and 7, and seven adults,
employees at Sandy Hook Elementary
who died trying to protect these children.
These are the people we should never forget.
These are the names we should hold dear
in our hearts.
These are the victims of a horrible tragedy.
They deserve to be remembered.
The deserve so much more.
These are the innocent.
(Of course, these are not my own photos. I found them wherever I could on various web sites. I merely put together the photos together into this document.)
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