Silence. Such silence. There are no airplanes in flight. Trains and buses stay stationary. Cars remain parked. No one moves. The awkward stillness is pierced by the roar of fighter jets as pilots make their rounds- We reflect. Somber. Lived lives have gone unfinished. Words, feelings were left unsaid. Missing brothers and sisters, all 2973 dead. To this, the next day, Everything is different; In some way, everyone is changed. September 12th. Towers, Pentagon, and Flight 93. We are in silence. Not out of fear, this silence means respect. A moment to honor courage, and another to bury our dead.
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