Fifty paces up, three over, fifty paces back to start the loop again. Her sign drooped a little as weariness obscured the zeal that brought Carla to the picket line.
Out of the crowd stepped a young woman. "Thank you. Your organization saved my life." Counter-protestors tried to drown her out, but the light in her eyes was all the inspiration that Carla needed.
Her feet found new life as she marched across the Capital building steps again. Holding her sign more firmly, her clear voice led fellow protestors in the next verse of "We Shall Overcome."