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nothing stops - by Helena Fitzgerald - Griefbacon

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love is whatever slows us down in the crisis

a real photo from my neighborhood, december 2020, sometimes the bus stop is a jenny holzer Last year it snowed all winter. It snowed big and dramatic, snow like in the movies. It felt the way it did when I first moved to the city, when my classes got cancelled and I walked around with no gloves on because I didn’t own any, marveling at how the landscape changed overnight. It snowed like that again, like it was trying to make up for something, to offer something in the place of everything that was no longer available. One night, when a big storm had just started, Thomas took a photo of a…

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