Emotional Comfort
Late afternoon, Day of the Dead. An election looms. We’re out of dog food so I drive down the mountain to resupply. The radio waves are jammed with polls and pols. It’s getting darker...
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Late afternoon, Day of the Dead. An election looms. We’re out of dog food so I drive down the mountain to resupply. The radio waves are jammed with polls and pols. It’s getting darker...
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