holding patterns

800 miles traveled and here I sit surrounded by the unresolved ambiguity of journey.

My place in space has changed and yet, the song remains the same.

The Donald, war, misery, suffering, and our daily portion of death.

Life gets better by the minute.

Bullshit!

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