2022 is almost over and I have to confess that between the coiling of another world war and my growing hopelessness about the ultimate fate of what I put in my blue recycling bins, my hope for the future’s been lately leaking away.
That doesn’t mean I’ve been seeing absolute extinction ahead. As I assured my five-year-old the other day when he was cryin…
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