Sunday, September 11, 2011

WTC 1995

Unsure who the kid with the afro is....

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1 comments:

kirstenaurelius said...

I loved up there, in the wind and the sway. Dad worked in the buildings sometimes, and I would ride the elevators like a Coney Island ride, ears popping and my stomach in my shoes.
Is it strange to grieve for a building?

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