This morning we woke up to the deluge of media related to September 11th.
This morning we woke up to a clear blue sky and the crispness of early fall in the air.
It is a morning not unlike that morning. But there is a space in the sky and holes in the ground that speak more eloquently than politicians, or newspaper headlines, or anything I could ever hope to write.
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