And even now, there are moments that seem pleasant, hopeful, when I am excited to complete something, to start some new thing. The world feels familiar. Comfortable. Briefly ordinary. But like waking from one dream into another, it washes over me that this is not the world I live in now. I might never live in that once-upon-a-time again. No one will. BC: Before COVID AD: After Dystopia We are protected here in rural Floyd County to some degree by our long-standing propensity to …

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