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January 20, 2022. The sky keeps being amazingly beautiful. No rain in forecast.
Climate grief is strange. It is both personal and transpersonal, distinctly local and diffusely dislocated. The pain of loss is like a romantic death: something irretrievable has gone, is going. But it doesn’t hit as acutely as rolling over in the night to the empty pillow. I…
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