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Get out

Get out

I woke up feeling as gray as the day itself. Heavy, soggy, misty. The weight stayed on me through coffee, through my morning work, through lunch when my eyes began raining for no reason at all. It seemed like it might turn into a wasted day. Browsing my email listlessly, I came across a story about … read more Get out

Posted on December 6, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 1973, action, depression, shift, volunteer1 Comment on Get out
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