After an hour of staring at a blank screen and pressing my delete button over and over again, I have struggled to write what I deem to be a suitable entry for this delicate subject and have considered it to be beyond my blog composing capabilities.
One thing that I did notice about the memorial site, was that for the first time since I have moved to NYC, all I could hear was the sound of the fountains that were streaming into the abyss of the two pools. It was as if there was no traffic, no sirens, no constant buzz of the city, just a stark memory of what happened on September 11th 2001.
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