I did not know terror until May 10, 2013.
On that day, I ran, as usual, under the highway, along the path and to the north. I had logged many miles on this route. I had seen homeless, and cyclists and kids fishing in the stream. I had seen shopping carts laden with people’s lives, and fitness freaks getting their groove on. I’d seen lovers and friends and full families picniking.
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