Together, woven into a ragtag assembly, our eyes meet naturally and hold. Such sweet bedlam engulfs me for almost five hours. Not one raised voice, not even one—those leaving the tent and unable to get the vaccine nevertheless calmly detail the snafu and proudly show off their new appointment cards. No complaint, not one, from those in wheelchairs or dressed in shirtsleeves.
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stay, Valentine, stay / No Kings rally end of March / strength grows in numbers
remember their names: Everlasting Poetry—Renée Good / Intensive Care—Alex Pretti