Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001, 1:35 p.m.
it's so strange.
here in the suburbs the sky is azure, the air is crisp, cars are still rushing down the highway. everything looks exactly the same. and nothing will ever be the same again.
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here in the suburbs the sky is azure, the air is crisp, cars are still rushing down the highway. everything looks exactly the same. and nothing will ever be the same again.
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