"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Friday, September 18, 2020
RBG
18 September 2020: Dear Lord. RBG, too? How much more can we take? Sadness upon sadness. Blow upon blow. It's just so hard and I am so sad and tired. And "normal" seems so far gone.
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