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Thoughts Before Bed.

"When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions."

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Waking up every morning in 2020 is like waking up to a punch in the face.

Which is only different than the previous five years where I woke up to a slap in the face every morning.

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The virus keeps us in the home.
The smoke closes the windows.
The anger keeps the doors shut closed.
The depression under the bed covers.