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I was on the A train, riding uptown that fateful morning.  I never intended to be a writer or indeed, to place my memories from that September day on the page, but I found myself turning to the literary arts in the years that followed to find healing.  I wrote about it when it happened, on the fifth anniversary, the tenth and the twentieth.  I even turned the narrative into a poem.  It was an awful day, but what I carry from it, and will for the rest of my life, is the love and kindness that came from all over the world.  I hope I never forget, because on the worse of days, I saw the best of humanity.  These are the pieces I wrote in sequential order from the day after, through the twentieth anniversary of 9/11.

-Mary Alexandra Stiefvater