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And as it always is on this day, seared into memory are those eternal images. The bright blue sky, clear and oddly serene but for the thick black smoke as the twin towers of man burn and groan and sway and eventually, with grace unbecoming of tragedy, fall to the earth as the world watches in horrified silence. For what can you say when you look into the abyss? And there is only silence.

On this day, 11 years ago, I was a high school freshman. It was gym class, and I was assembled ...