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January 21, 2017

The first thing to go was the amusement park, the roller coasters and merry-go-rounds imploded in the name of serious business. The pools went next, because there is something calming about lane lines bobbing in blue water, and this is not a time for relaxation. Food tasted like bitter dust, so there was no longer a need for farmers markets and restaurants. The din of shovels against stone drowned out the symphonies.

Colors dulled, plants withered, lights faded, handshakes went limp. It grew harder to walk, then, as if gravity itself clutched at our ankles.

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