The digging continues … Ground Zero it looks more and more like a construction site. Too much of the horror is gone. No fire. No smoke … What was war becomes peace, becomes peaceful. But in the coil of my testicles there’s an angry residue and in places I can’t even name, places inside my throat and behind my chest, I’m sad, and sometimes worse than sad, less than sad, a cavity of empty.

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