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NO INTERNET THAT MORNING

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was a beautiful clear, crisp morning in New York City. The summer’s heat had dissipated, replaced by fresh and invigorating breezes from the north. The character of daylight had changed, too, as it always does after Labor Day. Gone were the sweltering chords of sunlight at some Godforsaken hour. Sol’s light had already become softer, later in the morning, and more…