Dear Mysterious Light Source,
Sure, we’d heard stories over the years that you would just appear out of the blue some random day, but we’d stopped looking up long ago amidst all the dark news that had made us so weary for so long.
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Dear Mysterious Light Source,
Sure, we’d heard stories over the years that you would just appear out of the blue some random day, but we’d stopped looking up long ago amidst all the dark news that had made us so weary for so long.
We were led out front, stripped of our khakis, and provided with orange jumpsuits two sizes too big so we billowed and glowed like inflatable men in front of car lots.
I’m no savior—hell, I’ve been spelling it wrong my entire life—but sometimes I get a feeling about people who need extra help when it comes to subsisting, plus understanding the different paths they might consider.