“The planet turns, winter to spring, life to death, certainty to uncertainty. We wake upon a new normal. But somehow, like water, we adapt and go on. I stand among a group of strangers clustered against the railing above the abyss. I find myself waiting for weeping. But all that comes is the rain.”
-Leonard Pitts Jr.
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I posted a new blog post. It will take me only another 6 months to post another.
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