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imagine, getting up out of bed so early. a normal day. kissing your partner. having a shower, using your favorite soap. feeling all warm and clean and soft. kissing your kids as you pass them in the hallway. getting dressed into your working clothes. pants, shirt, jacket. sitting down at the table, eating toast, drinking coffee, reading the paper in the glorious morning sunshine. kissing every member of your household goodbye, walking out your door, down the street, getting onto the train. getting to work. greeting your colluges. another coffee, your office, start up your computer, check some emails...
then...
bang. fire. panic. death. screams and blood. smoke and range and anger and fear, fear so thick you can taste it. people leaping out of windows to escape a firey inferno. floors collapsing, windows shattering, people dying, charred and blackened bodies everywhere. running, shreiking, bleeding, firey, death...
and never being able to come home.
just another day, last day at the office. their last moments of their life lived in corporate clothes and acceptable masks.
today, im going to work in my favorite pants and my favorite skirt. life affirming reactions to such tragedy.
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