Thirteen years after.

The world changed irrevocably thirteen years ago today. It is difficult to try and parse meaning from so many deaths, and such malevolence; in New York City that morning and in the world at large since. It is also hard to understand what is better, and what is worse, as we cannot judge the times we are born into, we can only do our best to change them. As we are living, we owe this much to those taken before they were given that full chance. When it gets down to it, that’s really all we’re here for.

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