A word from Joey Wolffer (@joeywolffer):
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I am washing my face before bed while a country is on fire.
It feels dumb to wash my face and it feels dumb not to.
It has never been this way and it has always been this way.
Someone has always clinked a glass in one hemisphere as someone loses a home in another, while someone falls in love in the same apartment building where someone grieves. The fact that suffering, mundanity and beauty coincide is unbearable and remarkable.
Smuggling Grace 