But, as the leaves begin to turn and the temperature grows cool, it feels as though an end to this painful year may finally be in sight. Yet, I do not feel relieved, calm or even remotely excited. In fact, my anxiety about our collective future is at an all-time high. After all, feeling at ease could not be more impossible knowing that we still have one more battle left to face, and that this one means it all… The election.
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