Some dates become history.
Others become mirrors.
What do we see?
What do we remember feeling, and do we feel it still, feel it now?
If you were there, you know.
If you were not, you’ve only heard.
But we all saw, over and over, a steaming heap of lives and rubble, and rubble and lives, and when we turned it off, we couldn’t turn it off.
Either way, the day c…
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