I've been watching some of the coverage of the UVT shootings, and I've been hearing about car bombings in Baghdad taking out 80+ people at one time, and I've recently learned of a friend's losing the grandmother she has been actively taking care of, and I don't know. My sympathy is stretched. My sympathy is elastic. Bounce it off me. I can take it. I can't get my head around it, but I know that it needs telling, and that's something I can do.
posted by the other Joan @ 12:57 PM
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