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2001-09-11 - 4:48 p.m. The morning began as I was awoken by Devin from Hong Kong, yelling at me through my answering machine to get up and turn on the television. Quickly after I got my senses in order I looked to see a sole tower standing, leaking massive amounts of smoke, without its twin. I was on the phone with my mother when the second tower collapsed. Someone who was evacuating noticed that firefighters were coming up the stairs as he was going down. Once this man got outside, the second tower fell. Looked like a gray version of the mushroom cloud. Eyewitness accounts are making me cry. People were carrying strangers through the tiny streets of lower Manhattan on their back because their shoes had fallen enough in the explosion. I can see the smoke and haze when I stand on 1st Avenue at 91st street and look south. Billowing clouds of smoke and soot rolling through the streets like a soft wave. The tiny historic buildings that have been witness to fighting for freedom are now witness to the product of an unimaginable evil. We’re all stranded on this island, which is slowly seeming smaller and smaller. My mom joked that she could “pick me up on the other side of the Willis Avenue Bridge”. Children running in the streets in Palestine (or somewhere) cheering about the attacks, cheering “God is Great”. God would never inflict this on us. Please God, help us all. Help those who are in pain, and in danger. What is going to happen now?
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