each day this week i sat down to write this, i wrote about the unending drawl of january light, the way it felt to be in reverence on bright day MLK day the after march glow watching the interfaith council using the words of Dr, King to travel across time, the disorganized despair as this new administration blusters it’s way into existence.
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each day this week i sat down to write this, i wrote about the unending drawl of january light, the way it felt to be in reverence on bright day MLK day the after march glow watching the interfaith council using the words of Dr, King to travel across time, the disorganized despair as this new administration blusters it’s way into existence.