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Gathering in the Aftermath
by Lisa DeSiro
I took the bus across the river
to meet my friends for dinner.
Chatted with a young singer
on her way to opera rehearsal.
Chatted with a young MIT student
on his way to Symphony Hall.
Newbury Street full of pedestrians,
like a typical evening in early spring.
I dodged my way through…
Nearing Boylston on Hereford, within moments of both explosions, I saw dark smoke in the air, and a sense of dread washed over me. At that moment a woman with reddish hair pulled back, her face flush behind a mask of freckles sprinting and screaming there were dead bodies all over the road came SPRINTING at us hysterically announcing the…