Blood donation line

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Woke up to fighter jets at 4:30am today. In my half asleep state, I thought my cat’s purring was bombs.

I woke up today and wanted to do something. The shock and adrenaline of yesterday had worn off. The death toll was starting to come in on the news and this was first becoming real to me.

I found a shelter in Brooklyn that I thought might be able to use volunteers, but I couldn’t reach them on the phone. (Husband) phoned to tell me they were going down there with heavy construction equipment , but they wouldn’t let me in. After sitting in a daze for a few hours I felt the urge to get out and shoot.

…..I walked over to the shelter. The cops treated me like a terrorist. I found myself arguing with them then decided to give it a rest.

……Tried to get over the Brooklyn Bridge. No way.

….I guess the most I can do now is document history.

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September 11, 2001
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