• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Today is skittish. Dark-eyed. Knows too well
the greatness of a thing may be in no way related
to its size. Kindness is no argument. And, yet.
We practice forgetting, mourning
what we’ve already lost. Hoping the centuries
of evidence are extreme in their exaggeration;
that this time will be different; that somehow
you’ll see your way to get through.