10:30 am: Jess, Nienna and I sit together giggling in the Spot Diner. Down the same street, at the same moment, a man is shooting more than a dozen innocent people.
10:30 pm: I sit in my kitchen, and somewhere, maybe thousands of miles away, innocent people are being killed, raped, tortured.
Somewhere in the past twelve hours I've felt the horror of not being able to leave behind situations that I've always found so easy to ignore. It's here, it's now. And now it's real.
Awareness is a word I have used all too lightly.
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