Dealing with a Sense of Collective Grief - Andrea Blythe
The light through the window is orange — not the golden glow of a summer dawn, but the amber tint of light through smoke. If I step outside, the air tastes of ash, a bitterness on the tongue. Friends and friends of friends have lost their homes in the recent fires, a loss greater than things … Continue reading "Dealing with a Sense of Collective Grief"
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