If you feel this way, you're not along. And together, we're going to keep the Republic. Pass it on.

this week's cover is on point

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This morning’s sunshine has reminded me of the word ‘philocaly’: a love of beauty, even in the smallest things.

Golden light fades yet hope remains, painted skies in fiery chains. Whispers soft in twilight's glow, dreams take flight as shadows grow. Night may fall, but dawn will rise, brighter still in hopeful eyes. Hold your heart let fear be done, hope is born with every sun.

Seems like a good time to point out that you can download from the library of congress, and it would be worthwhile to download probably as much as you can while you can