Exhale.
The feeling for me is not euphoria; it is a deep, profound relief. My shoulders had been up around my ears; they’re dropping now. My muscles are melting. I am sinking into my chair and the tears are flowing. I can drop my guard.
Exhale.
I’m not American, I don’t live in the States, I shouldn’t be that invested. But no one can escape America. All…
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