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WDC Writers Cramp 09-11-10 for 091210
COUNT: Lines And now another birthday has passed. The cake has all been eaten; the decorative wrappings have been shoved into the trash. Your eyes turn to the real world: Today is the anniversary of 9-1-1. For your prompt today, please write about where you were THEN -- on that day when you discovered that America had just been attacked. As usual, you can write a poem or story, essay, or narrative. ATTACKED AND STILL STRONG! Free verse in honor of 9-11 and its aftermath! Alone and horrified at my desk, I await the news on the radio; astonished and posturing radio announcers relay the unbelievable happenings of the day. Reports of judicial threats, building closings and event cancellations haunt the usually tame public radio offerings in Memphis. There is a pall cast over the city and its airwaves that is unmatched by anything else in recent history, including Elvis's demise in 1977, still an active day of mourning city-wide. That event changed entertainment; 9-11 has changed our secure, comfortable consciousness, forever. Our national innocence, our naive sense of unalterable good. But we are still us, the US; we have been attacked, and are still strong!
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