The problem is that it is a continuous bombardment. Can not keep up with everything going on. Are you overwhelmed and unable to write. Thoughts come and settle at the tips of the fingers, but then along comes something else big to shuffle the cards. So the days pass and you do not write anything but feel the need. Certainly, in recent weeks are measured miserably infinite baseness of our own monarchs with the wonderful force and young people proud. And in any case shivers through me with indignation. But looking elsewhere also feel compassion and respect. Probably there would be enough that even a modicum of courage to change this country. Probably there would be enough even a bit of that hope to change the world.
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