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Remember the Trump signs that appeared like mushrooms overnight, shocking in their foreignness, isolated on the traffic island, and how they could not shake your faith? Remember the pungent blue…
She is tired of fighting with him. Tired of his insistence that this is his turf Tired of the blustering Tired of pretending she doesn’t see through his rationalizations….
I don’t feel quite as happy today. The trees all came down. Big, graceful pine trees, four of them, hundreds of feet high. I watched one arc in slo-mo toward…