March 11, 1999 (vol. 109, iss. 93) • Page Image 19
…16B - The Michigan Daily - Literary Magazine - Thursday, March 11, 1999 ALOE Continued from Page 7B small. From the roof, no stars seemed bright, no car horns seemed loud. There was just the mumble and whisper of the dispersing crowd, all around us, below us, in the street. I was numbed after what I had seen. Vaguely, I felt some sort of loss at the passing of the fire- works, the event. She was silent beside me, the lull, slow motion for her...…