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February 12, 2003
Left foot forward, then the right. No makeup, comfortable, grubby clothes. Just a small bag today, not going to bring along any knitting or lunch for later. Stand on the freezing street corner, waiting for the bus, because being underground is just too scary today. Riding on the rails over the Williamsburg bridge, the sun shining, the city sparkling against the cold February sky. My chest feels sort of tight. My knees feel wobbly. Having something to eat would help, but my stomach is churning nauseous. Breathe deep. The pain and the fear should be reminders that I’m still alive.