Way back on September 12, 2001, I woke up and was amazed to find that I was still alive.
On every September 12th since that horrendous year, I wake and find that I am always glad to be among the living.
Here is what I saw this year, on that thankful morning.
You could say that I saw nothing special, just a blue sky with nice clouds.
Or, you could say that I saw the most miraculous sky that anyone had ever seen:
A sky that brought tears to my eyes.
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