
Two Women on the Shore, by Edvard Munch (1898)
I am tired. Everyone I know is tired. It’s not physical exhaustion; it’s the ongoing mental and emotional fatigue of wondering what’s next and living through tumultuous times with no leadership. It’s also confusing to try to map a plan from the Before Times onto the next six months, which I’m attempting — n…
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