A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Eighteen

I have spent so much of the day weeping.  I do not know what to say.  It keeps getting worse.  Each bit of news is more devastating, reveals more and more the horror of who we are as a nation.  We all own this.  If nothing is done to change it, we are all to blame.

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