Tuesday night Richard went to bed before the results of the election were confirmed. I stayed up, and as a gray cloud moved over me, I tried to imagine going on. The first four years of Trump were more “kill me now” and “get me out of this” than even high school. I wrote something to steady myself and posted it on social me…
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