4. 2020

  1. 2020

 

We had such hopes. We still do. The predictions were too perfect to be true. Valentine’s on a Friday, to plan the perfect overnight date. Cinco de Mayo on Tuesday. Did we set the bar too low? Only looking to celebrate holidays that we reduced to chocolate and tacos trying to fill our bellies and not our souls.

 

A new decade. Despite the political turmoil we felt hopeful. New year new dreams to wash off the dust of 2019, we sought the feel of a jubilee year, perhaps hoping to finally lift off the mask of the past to see things as they are not only as we hoped.

 

2020 proves to be the unveiling we needed, not at all what we wanted.

 

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