How long before she turns to us and asks to ring doorbells alone? How long before we “become lame,” before the whole damn day becomes lame?
I Watched The World Burn From Exit 12
It was not until I saw the World Trade Centers burn, not until we saw the skyline — our skyline —swallowed by fire and smoke and soot, I grasped the gravity of what was happening.
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