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On 9/11/01, I was working on lower Broadway and remember sticking my head out of the office window watching hordes of people migrating up the street, everywhere, being chased north by black, smelly smoke that stuck in your nostrils. That night, once I finally made it back to Brooklyn and my roommate and I hugged each other with relief, the smoke continued to billow across the river, and its ashes collected on my windowsill. They would stay there for a while, along with some occasional paper debris that blew out of the many offices from those buildings.

--from Cutest Little Babymakers in Town