Twenty-one days into this so-called new year and I am feeling very clear about myself, which is a relief. Things were very muddy last year, I had no idea what the hell was going on from day to day except that that there was so so much despair. And while the despair itself hasn’t left me (it never will, not in a world like this) the container with which …
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