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Through a Glass, Darkly

An elegy for Lamar and Ashton Allen, thirty years after TWA Flight 800.

hirty years is a long time—long enough for one generation to grow into adulthood and another to begin.

With time, great public tragedies pass into history. Dates remain. Photographs endure. The language used to describe them becomes familiar through repetition.

The people themselves are more easily lost.

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