Over night, it has turned to fall in the South. Sitting on the back deck in the North Carolina woods, it's cooler and the leaves are already tinged orange. I'm reluctant to leave my family today. By tonight, I'll be back in New York and I'll look for those twin pillars of light standing stead in absence. How can lightness insist? That's how.
I don't often write about September 11, but I reflect on loss nearly all the time.
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