There are moments in which I almost forget the terrifying state of the world. For a fleeting instant, when the sun is shining and children are laughing, it seems that all will be well, that there is nothing to fear.
And then you remember the turning of the wheels of power, the ones that are grinding into dust: Art, beauty and all the delicate, vulnerable people of the world. You remember that there is injustice at the border, that people have stopped wanting to visit your fair land due to the xenophobic mania sweeping the country.
But. Sunshine. Children. Yes. It well appears.
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