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

It is too overwhelming, all of this.  It is impossible to process it, to take in so much pain.  We keep doing this and nothing is going to be done.  It doesn't appear as if anyone is going to do anyrhing significant to curtail this epidemic of violence.  There is something so wrong in this country, look how it manifests about us.

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