Smoky Haze
Today's column is written in the grip of a smoky haze. That sentence was typed without one trace of irony or guilt.
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It's a funny world. We put so much focus on differences we forget what we have in common. |
I have no idea where to begin this week. The slow drip of chemicals pumping into my bloodstream isn't helping. |
It seems like a great time to share a bit of Shakespeare. In particular, Act 2, Scene 7 from the Merchant of Venice. |