There are the losers refusing to leave the game gracefully; the dying flowers and aimless watchdogs.
There are untruths and toothaches; funerals and floods; distant sirens sounding like the tears of someone close to us.
All the moments and miseries wrenching humanity off its wobbly axis, far too many to count in a lifetime.
Still, I’ve witnessed cannonballs and butterflies lay aside their differences and discover commonalities.
I’ve observed people move through this world as if song had been invented in their blood.
I’ve seen our hopes walk on water and water walk on a democracy that is hopefully on a path to healing.
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