At 5:36 p.m. on the fourth floor of the Turnagain Arms Apartments on 3rd Avenue, Edith Lindsay held on to her kitchen wall to keep from being thrown to the floor. At midnight, still reeling, she sat down to write to her daughter Laurie, a college student in Bellingham, Wash., reassuring her—and maybe herself—by repeating in bookend phrasing at the beginning and end of her letters, “We are all O.K.”"
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I hope your day is earth moving but only in the best ways possible.
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