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Afterwards

Yesterday afternoon, coming back home from walking Finn, I paused in front of my house. Maybe you remember the sky yesterday, how clear it was, like a big blue pane of glass leaning against the edge of the world. The sun was low, shining on some parts of the world, casting others into deep pools of shadow. My house was dark, but its corona of oaks and box elders glowed in trembling coppers, bronzes, and golds.

I remember thinking to myself I should treasure that moment. No one knew how things would turn out. I might think back on that instant as precious. A moment when I didn't know Trump was going to be president.

I've gone through a lot of emotions today. No matter who you voted for, I think the same is probably true for you. Most people in this country don't particularly like Trump or think he should be president or in fact voted for him.

I'll let that sink in for a moment.

And yet, here we are. Told to respect a man who spent nearly two years tearing down this country and its citizens and its traditions. Backed all the way by cowardly politicians and media types too greedy for the spectacle to realize who they were letting into the Oval Office.

Now he's there.

I don't have much comfort to offer nor am I looking for much in return. The country has gone seriously off track, has been off-track for a long time. We are nowhere near the bottom. At all.

I will see if I can revisit this topic tomorrow when thinking is a bit easier.

I wish you all possible luck.
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