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As I stood on my terrace on West 81st yesterday, a long, thick cloud of
smoke carried with it the stench of the fire. It is so surreal, and we are
all numb. I knew Berry Berenson, Tony Perkin's widow - who was on one of the
planes. Great gal, and full of life and hope. My 10 year old son is scared
and full of questions and feels totally vulnerable. New Yorkers have been
wonderful. Giving blood, volunteering at the site, even forming lines with
signs to cheer on the garbage debris workers. It is daunting to know you
live in a city that is under an attack that has killed the most people on
our shores since the Civil War. I have heard from people all over the world - I wanted
to reach out and share with you. Stand tall
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