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TRAGEDY OF A SEPTEMBER MORN
It was a sparkling September 11th, a bright a cheerful morning. There was the hustle and bustle of the City of New York as it awoke from another night’s
slumber. The trains and buses were filled with commuters making their way into work with their newspaper under their arms and a cup of coffee from the local pushcart vender in their hand.
Each person was thinking of the chores and duties that would fill their day.
Cabbies were ready for another day of tracing the streets to downtown shuttling business people and tourists. Street sweepers were cleaning the streets and shopkeepers were just putting their keys in the doors of their stores to start yet another day. It was the morning of a new day. School children could be heard laughing and pushing each other on the bus as it passed by. The park people were awakening from under their makeshift homes ready for one more day of struggle.
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