11, 2002 was a completely uneventful day. One
year after the most devastating event in my short
history on this earth and so little had changed.
One year earlier I thought that the world might
end. I thought that I had possibly lost my Mother,
my sister and countless friends in the Towers.
year later I'm standing in a park taking photos
of New Yorkers bonding with one another over the
commonality of grief. One year later I'm grateful
we are all still here.
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