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By Laura Zucca-Scott

Looking away
Where the ocean and the sky
Meet in harmony
The foam playing with your feet
Erasing any sign of your presence
On that beach, on that day

This may be what freedom
Feels like
Looking away
And breathing salt
As if it were the first time
In your life

By Annmarie Lockhart

That moment when you see your kid there,
giggling beyond the frame, the echo of the child
who made everyone laugh with her words, who
made full-grown men stop on the streets to join
her John Travolta strut parade down 50th Street
toward the East River, and you wonder what spirit
she draws upon to tap the elixir of humor from
the air itself. That moment when you see your
kid there, smiling, and you know for the first time
in a long time that you will not lose her, no matter
how the clouds pile up on this side of those New
York rivers. You know that moment?
Yeah. That’s the one.