we're going through something - together - but we aren't being drawn together
I feel like we could sing one of those righteous civil rights anthems. “We shall overcome” goes to the pandemic point, and we could hold hands. Our kinship is dear, and earned, with simple sacrifices. Our struggle isn’t over.
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