20 years.

It felt like the end of the world. Planes fell from the sky and nothing was ever the same again.

People falling, seeming to float, the horror of having to make that choice on a Tuesday morning. Holding hands on the way down. Falling alone. Death by fire or death by air. The terrible beauty of humanity.

I remember. I remember every fucking minute.

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