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Love and Wonderwheeling in a Time of Corona

I’m not going to lie. From a solipsistic perspective and point of view, it’s been pretty damned sweet. Nowhere to be, no timeclocks clogging and vicegripping the rhythms, movements and pulse of each day’s choiceless unfolding, an unflagging sense of … Continue reading

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