It was like being at a wake where everyone tries to move around with normalcy when none exists.
The reality permeated the cells of our existence; how could the navigator of that plane not see that large, tall building?
Then it happened again, and another went down in Pennsylvania, and I couldn't help but worry where and when the next horror would be.
The day continued with a dull silence and emptiness that could not be erased.
A few days later, I went to a local fair and came upon a beautiful quilt made by a woman who was on the flight to California for a vacation.
She dropped off her beautiful artwork first, for all to enjoy.
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