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9/11 – Ten Years On

On September 10, 2001, I boarded United Airlines flight #93 to return to San Francisco after a dear friend’s wedding in New York. The next day, that flight ceased to exist. The unthinkable, perhaps inevitable, and irrevocable had occurred. Other … Continue reading

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