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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Thoughts on a Disaster

Ron and I had never visited during Mardi Gras as he had wanted.

I knew no one there.

But still transfixed, glued to CNN, the devastation and tragedy pour

Into my awareness, much like Lake Pontchartrain into New Orleans.

Payday tomorrow, wanting to help, guilt to assuage, I type,

http://www.redcross.org/donate/donate.html

Rosalind 11:24 AM

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