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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Looking Back ... and Looking Forward

So many souls
ascended that day.

Now New York
scarred but unbowed
Extends its hands to another sad city.

Tears like a tide,
wash the streets
Sorrow remembered, but also a reminder:
Life and hope renew themselves in time.


Blogger still life said...

I miss that old skyline, there was so much strength and beauty in it's presence.
At night when I flew in to Manhattan I would press close to the window in order to see.
And I always thought, I'm home.
It took your breath away.

7:43 AM


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