The One Hundred Years of Lenni and Margot

by Marianne Cronin

But it isn’t enough. It isn’t enough to have been a particle in the great extant of existence. I want, we want, more. We want for people to know us, to know our story, to know who we are and who we will be. And after we’ve gone, to know who we were.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.