Photographer's Note

The lines stretch for miles.
I must remember their names, their faces, their stories
Relatives will wonder if their loved ones still wear the star
Wherever they try to send me I will not let my spirit be broken
When I get back home I will fill the lines they erase with my pen
Words to be read so the world cannot forget
They think yellow stars make us weak
Do they not see the stars in the sky?
Do they not know God filled the heavens with stars
so that we would not be alone?
The lines are now behind us
My family is next
Grandpa to the left
Father to the right
I clutch my sister's hand so tightly
I can feel her racing pulse pressed against my palm
She looks at me with hollow eyes
As we step toward the soldier
the strength I promised her trembling body
is ripped from my fingers
A star to the left
A star to the right
The lines continue
As ashes block the sky...

(Lines of Despair by Stephanie Ogden)

...taken in Riddarholmen, Stockholm...

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