It's been a muddy year. The mud feels sticky with unsure footing, of murky lurking unknown in the thick of it, in the sludge. It can feel like we’re drowning in the weight of lifting a new world into existence.
In the mud there is a choreography with the changing tides.
While so much is being pulled away, so much else is coming in:
expanded class conscio…
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