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I’m old enough to remember that time well. I had recently moved to Washington during the Carter years, when DC was bustling with progressive change. The Reagan onslaught caught many of us unprepared. At that new year, Carter was sleeplessly working to get 66 Americans out of Tehran safely. Many of us were expecting to lose our jobs, and many did. So I wish I’d had this poem then. This turn of the year feels eerily similar to that day’s political drama.

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Thanks for the additional perspective. 🙏

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Thank you for this backstory Bill. I was caring for my ten month old son at that time so while I was fully aware of what was going on then, my memory is fuzzy at best. With a fragment of shared hope, we'll get through this too....

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This poem is a seed to.plant into the dark earth. It will grow and bloom. Into our hearts!

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