I am turned off by media hype and sentiment, and even by observing anniversaries. But damn if those two beams of light didn't stop me in my tracks last night. I was on the W train, barrelling over the Manhattan bridge just as they flashed on. And I kept looking over at them as I walked along 14th Street to get to my class. None of that sadness or love ever goes away, does it? It just gets tucked away til you remember it.
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