I spent over 48 hours at the beginning of last week dealing with cycling panic attacks.
That’s a new one.
Panic Attacks: Fast and Furious
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Make Art
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I’ve been singing this song since late 2016. Make art. Sing, paint, cook, sculpt or write. Knit something. Re-purpose some of the junk in your garage.
Just make art.
We need all the pretty we can get now.
We’re On The Eve
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Not of destruction.
I refuse to believe that.
Two years ago, the day after the presidential election, I was despondent.