On a rain-filled, late Autumn, Wednesday morning; on what feels to be a devastating low point for the politics of hope/decency/democracy, perhaps you’ll forgive me if, for a moment at least, I bury my head in my hands and remember the last hurrah of Autumn.

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And so the journey ends…

For now.

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