The last time I was here this place was known as 'ground zero'. It was a desperate and bleak. Today we walked through the Church beside the site where the rescue workers sought refuge. The stories of heroism were so heart rending. The guy walking in front of me kept snuffing and wiping his eyes and I wondered what his stort was. It never ceases to amaze me how the Human spirit prevails. It gives pause for thought.
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