There are years where life runs along its customary paths.
Children go to and from school, their parents go to work and eat, we tend our gardens literal and figurative, and we bear the pain and losses that inevitably come along — despite the quotidian comforts of life — as well as we can.
Then someone decides that — no matter how hard life might already be, or no matter how much fragile happiness we have managed to gather in life — that this relatively rational if humble state of being cannot proceed, and starts a war.
It is utterly foolish and contemptible.
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