Eleanor Roosevelt entered the library. Her hair swayed; she sauntered.
She walked past the librarians and the many other patrons.
Franklin was sitting at a table. He glanced upward, stalwartly.
FDR was reading a...
moments -- fearful thoughts return.
Memories of mortar fire resonate -- It was 75 years ago.
Radio Warsaw, all day the Chopin Polonaise, blaring -- repeating endlessly.
Even now, so many years later, my heart races -- agony.