haunted by the memory of that FATAL morning....
haunted even by the SMELL of the EXPLOSIONS....
as if it had occurred just a moment before...
10 years had passed...
10 years of FEAR and RESENTMENT and RACISM and MOSQUES...
and BURKAS and SUICIDE BOMBERS....
10 years of the THREAT of TERROR poking its nose around every corner....
around every bend...
HATRED had emerged strong from that MESS of BLOOD and GUTS and SINEW and RUBBLE...
and SMOKE and BURNING FLESH....
She would never forget the scene that afternoon....
thousands of people walking up the avenues...
THE WALKING DEAD....

They had taken the ''then'' baby to the park....
The other parents had done the same...
in a WEAK ATTEMPT at some modicum of normalcy...
as the throngs of New Yorkers continued by on their death march....

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EVERYTHING had changed on that day...
irreparably...irrevocably....


She shivered as the images took shape yet again in her mind''s eye....

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