The days before and absolutely after violent insurrection in the Capitol! felt like carrying a teacup, a precious, antique see-the-light-through-it porcelain teacup, a teacup that your grandmother treasured, a teacup that traveled by ox cart across the prairie from the East to California, a delicate, cracked, heirloom teacup cradled in your hands... as you walk through a dark room filled with random chairs and scatter rugs and black cats toward the safe kitchen light in a doorway... Just an awful fragile feeling.
Yesterday's inauguration makes all kinds of new, good things possible.
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