Unearthing a community of souls

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Yes, we miss our old lives. Or we don’t. We want to shout into the wind, and perhaps need to shout at ourselves. We’re finally immersed in the monotonous details of our every day.

There was a tropical storm this morning. Dark and swirling. Threatening flash floods.

Get away from the windows.

Come downstairs.