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September 11, 2004 My brother made this woman out of clay. She sits on an old pump organ at my parents' house, gazing at herself in a faded mirror. Connect her to the day however you wish. Keep in mind that on the night of the actual September 11th, my dad got
drunk and went bowling for the first time in his life. It's not what you
say or how you acknowledge these things that are too terrible to process
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