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Once again we’re wedged in a wrinkle of time in our lives; a wrinkle that can’t be so easily ironed out and pressed away. Yet the ironing board of solutions remain up and challenging steam continues to gush out; however, conflicting political sizing complicates the strained ironing out process…stalling progress. Those of us familiar with social distance look on in curious awe at the pandemonium of the social elite sanitizing and quarantining themselves from each other. Meanwhile, let us not be remiss nor dismayed by the present dilemma; let us give it inherent attention; for before modernity, our ancestors—the help—the hidden numbers—laid out and taught us ingenious methods of smoothing out nagging wrinkles inhibiting our progress. Thus, let us not forget to remember those under the mattress techniques designed to keep us healthy and strong in our journey along the wrinkling road towards all-inclusiveness in this nation’s pursuit of happiness through social, economical and political equality. ©millardlowe, 2020

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