September 3, 2021
In the present dispensation, I can count on, lying in my bed before rising in the morning, the soft, vaguely interrogative voices of turkeys under my window. It allows me to arise smiling.
Hurricane Ida visits incredible destruction everywhere between New Orleans and Manhattan. Images of the Central Park roads deep under water, neighborhoods near Philadelphia smashed by tornadoes. Are the gods more wrathful, or just more camera lenses turned on their wrath?
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