Usually, I don’t know where to put my hands.
In my pockets? Is that okay?
But now it’s Ukraine and I don’t know where to put all of what’s happening. The suffering, the sadness, the anger, the despair.
And none of my pockets seem to fit sovereign nation overrun and death, just like they didn’t fit presidential insanity, pandemic,…
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