Friends
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O Albert, voice of silent graves,You walked where ash and sorrow sleep,A sentinel of shadowed pasts,Where memory must learn to weep.With ink and heart, you gave them names—The nameless ones, the flame-consumed—You bore their stories, not for fame,But so no truth would be entombed. You were no stranger to the weightOf ghostly cries and fractured
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I was struggling to come up with an appropriate title ,this is the best I could come up with. In this blog I am not looking at the obvious impact of that awful day but to the impact it had on the entertainment industry and also how we looked at different aspects of climate change.
History of Sorts 
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