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I left and walked back to Sixth Avenue. When I turned the corner, I saw that the World Trade Center had disappeared. As I walked, in shock, I passed dozens of people heading north, away from the disaster. Traffic had come to an absolute halt, and many people were huddled in small clusters, listening to car radios through doors left ajar. Others were crying or describing to one another what they had witnessed with their own eyes.
