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Living Close to DFW Airport, September 12, 2001 How often I complained about airplane traffic; about the constant noise; the cluttered horizon; the disfigured constellations. And how I cried, that September 12th, standing in the driveway, face pressed to the sky—listening, searching… finding nothing but the drop-jaw shock of Orion. -74- ...

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