The Meltdown:
Hours before sunrise, after reading the news about yesterday’s mass shootings, I stood in the field farthest from the house and screamed myself into exhaustion. This is what I do when I’m overwhelmed with frustration and rage. I scream. Alone. Underneath the moonlight. Where no one will hear me.
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