WTC 1995

Unsure who the kid with the afro is….

© 2011 Thomas Pluck

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  1. I loved up there, in the wind and the sway. Dad worked in the buildings sometimes, and I would ride the elevators like a Coney Island ride, ears popping and my stomach in my shoes. Is it strange to grieve for a building?

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