The “Perfect” Storm

The muffled sounds of protestors with the buzz of drones and helicopters blanket the night as my toddler sleeps soundly in the other room. I’ve opened up my computer to write about myself but the words seem sidelined by sheer insignificance in comparison to the weight of the world. Before I can return to writingContinue reading “The “Perfect” Storm”

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