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 I was not alone in the garden, in a garden like this you are never alone. These people are the family of the people whose photos you are looking at. I intentionally obscured their faces as they lit every candle and light. Some are here every night. They chat with each other. It is all as if the attack just happened. Bit of conversations overhead: ...You know Michael had just told his grandmother how he saw his cousin for the first time in the building only days before. They bother worked there for so long and never saw each other. ...She said call me on the 10th or the 12th. Don't call me in between.  There's still a sense of humor. Signs that said: Don't make me come down there! -God 
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