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  • I was going to write something about writing. About the excitement about not knowing what to write when the fingers start typing. About having a vague idea and a thought, and then land in something different and unexpected.

    So I did.

    Reading the news.

    The flow of information is so very often just words. But then, you're somehow close to it. You know them and care about them and wish they could just go back to how it all was. How it all was before it became a story in the news.

    I have no words left to write, right now. Reality just hit me, once again, as so cruel and unfair and all I can think about is how much I want us all to take care of each other. In a hopeless situation, I wish I could support those in pain. It's heartbreaking to know that hearts are broken.

    All my love to those in pain. If we could only write a different story.

    Take care of each other. Always.
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