There are some days when you write for the sake of trying to make sense of the world, of the nonstop, stumbling slow dance of a loss, of the madness from afar, of the bluster from near and the tumble-dry stupidity of those who pretend to lead us.       

There are days when you to need to feel you have a place, a reason, a purpose to be able to find a path between the lies and the pain, the good and the bad, the joy and the sad, the anger and the calm. I think I found that this week.  On Wednesday, to be exact. ..

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