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New facemasks, fistfights, fascists, final year of high school, first year of college,
Rarely do any of us who’ve made it past 17 years of age try to recall what we did over 50 years. I went to college at 17, away from home and probably over-memorialized the leaving home because every time I returned, my home town never failed to be more expensive, less tolerant, more conflicted with regard to gender, race, class.
`It seemed the same for relationships as I wonder whether I was ever a good enough friend, and why was everything so transient, so existential. But stupid things are not unique to age and often harder to change with experience.
Leaving something behind
— Avery (@AveryGTheWriter) September 8, 2020
— Aji #ReturnALLTheStolenChildren Wings (@Ajijaakwe) September 6, 2020
snood or plague mask
— Koonoo ❄️ (@KoonooHan) September 11, 2020
— Danielle Smith (@DaniMcSmith) September 11, 2020