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  • It is cold today. The house is quiet. I haven't drawn the blinds. Classical music on the radio is interrupted but the formal animation of an NPR reporter. A famous child molester still on trial. A globally estranged country developing nuclear weapons. A comedy writer has died. It is 59 degrees. And within moments, baroque melodies sweep this all away. Is it really so simple? Sometimes, seclusion and security make things strange.

    I pour myself a cup of very strong coffee. Nearly too hot, slightly sweet, and just a touch bitter. I will keep the blinds closed today. I will wrap myself in a blanket, and sit quietly to still my mind. I will try not to ignore the good fortune that has kept me safe, nor the gratitude I have to faceless others who have protected my good fortune. I will wonder what would happen if we could provide everyone a safe home, a warm blanket, and a steaming cup of coffee. It may not bring about world peace, but I think it would be a nice start.
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