
"YES WE CAN!" they shouted as they crossed the street
"YES WE DID!" the others roared back.

A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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A big whoop in the night in our ethnically diverse neighborhood. In the space of the three seconds that it took for me to place a dish in the sink, the country was saved from Country-First-and fuck-everyone/everything-else. I whooped too.
I keep looking at the electoral college map--red states and blue states blah-blah-blah. At last, at last, the pattern is breaking from the Coast-Heartland division. It's just a start, but it warmed the cockles of my heart--which coincidentally, hold a mix of blue and red and purple blood.
WE ARE SOOOOOOO BLESSED!!!!!
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