I looked for you today in Washington Square

I looked for you today in Washington Square.

They are painting flowers there, one by one.

People murmur quietly in two languages, under the Tricolore that now waves high atop the arch. The feeling is of great sadness.

I become aware of a stunned yet insistent voice that has been speaking within my head.

And I finally listen to what it has been telling me: “We are all Charlie Hebdo now.”

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