I’m learning.
I’m learning that it is hard to feel the impact of the violence. It is difficult to make it real, to bring it close enough to sense its cold shadow. It passes by the window, like the neighbor who briefly triggers the dog to bark and is soon gone. But it doesn’t come to the door, and it doesn’t force its way in.
There is a numbness that come…
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