The sky is ice blue behind electric orange trees, leaves rustling slightly in the cool autumn air.
The past week was chaotic, loud, confusing, and intense. It has been many weeks like this and I know the one ahead will only be different because the madness will increase exponentially from now until election day, and then still beyond that.
Trump will not go quietly, graciously, or with decency. He will claw and fight and rage and gnash his filthy teeth to get what he wants. To hold tight to power with childish stubby little fists.
We know this. In fact, it is one of the few things about him you can count on. Rage. Lies. Jealousy. Vicious cruelty, criminality, corruption.
And so it is.
I light a pine scented candle, sip my coffee, open my laptop and begin to write.
In times like these, when the spirit is…
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