A dozen people gathered around two wooden tables in a large white painted room

It’s not like the moon is still in front of the sun, but it still feels like something unearthly and uncanny has happened, is still happening. We hang out and offer up our hails, if not our farewells, and we wait for whatever new sense of normalcy we didn’t order to show its face.

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