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Preface:
Though I cry openly and in my heart for the ones that were
lost in New York this September 2001, I celebrate and honor the heroic deeds of
both the dead and the living.
This one act play came to me in my dreams, as I awoke.
It represents how I have worked through many emotions of grief in
response to the hijackings and its aftermath.
This sweet dream is a welcomed relief from the other constant dream that
haunts me as I get up every other morning—waking to the scenes of war.
The play is an allegory for the healing that must take place as we attempt to
cope with the unthinkable. I do not consider myself religious nor am I an atheist.
As an artist, I am a conduit for the energy I find out there.
It is channeled through me. No
credit can be taken for it other than as faithful recorder of the imagination.
I offer it as solace to others in their time of need and as a remembrance
as we enter into a brave new world. --Rene’ Joseph, September 16,
2001
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