Crans-Montana

This morning, no word appeared.
Because the space has been occupied since yesterday by just one combination of words: Crans-Montana.

And here, words fail me.
My thoughts are right there — in Crans-Montana.
And they are dark.

I think of the victims.
Of their friends.
Of their families.
Of the pain.
Of the incomprehensibility of this tragedy.
Of the tears.
Of the despair.
Of the farewell.

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