We occupy worlds within worlds within worlds. In the years I lived without the internet, my worlds were within my skin within my cabin, within the little town, within the generous gifts of the natural world. Now, I work on the internet and, too often, I live within a world of cruelty, bigotry, injustice, murder and greed. The forest and dirt road I once walked for comfort, companionship and inspiration are over-run. I imagine you have your own losses, your own sense of ruination.
Please write from those losses, that grieving. We have our words. We have each other. And, when we read each others’ work, we may know we aren’t alone.
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