Chris
Eugene, Oregon

Someone said we all react to covid in the way we're spring loaded to do. Some go into outrage against the government.  You made a blog. I denied it as long as possible, since I was planning to go to Europe.  Gradually, though, we seep out of our core tendencies and pick up on what else is going on, what is possible and from our default position grow into an intellectually interdependent understanding and potential for response.  The blog helps.  I hope more people will access it and post.  

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