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September 11
the very air sparkled blue day of promise morning new instant of impact issue of blight quivering tissue blackest of night burning gut poison of hate eruption of rage minds in a state what future is this? what spirit within moves on from the rubble moves on from the sin? it came from a fireman instinctive resolve the selfless abandon of selfish love “Best job in the world!” --but surely not today! “Today more than ever” I heard him say the very air sparkled blue day of promise morning new
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