Was in the City that day watching the buildings burn. Forgetting is not an option when you were there.
What still rips me apart were all the flyers of young kids in their 20s and 30s, secretaries, firefighters, stock traders, cooks, bike messengers, all at the start of their careers, start of their lives. . . . never to come back home.
I will never go to the museum. Just can't do it. And really don't want to relive the day.
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