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What it was like being a 13-year-old New Yorker on 9/11. {Re-blogged post}

via What it was like being a 13-year-old New Yorker on 9/11.

What I can see most clearly is the white flowers that someone had slipped into the cracks of the shattered windshields. The delirious idea that this was all just a series of car crashes, one on top of another, the grey ash everywhere.

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