let me tell you what a howling limping fractured roil of a year it’s been, what with that and this
and him. not to mention tension fissured chasm split rifts dinning spin and all the boiling over
blowing up pelting down. ahhh. take a breath. breathe from the bottom, the well of what’s left
aching to emerge again sunny and light. put it out there steamily in the cold new dawn.