In the other side of the world, over-spilling everywhere, there is an arshehole who is getting comfortable in a seat of immense power. No amount of jokes about his hair or tiny hands or love of urine is going to neutralise the toxicity of his rotten core that is now dangerously armed.
In another side of the world, a man who has been stubbornly refusing to step down from his seat of power, has finally stepped down.
In yet another piece of the world, villagers knitted warm sweaters and stitched together pants for elephants because the weather turned cold.
And right here, right now, the slightly smaller than half moon is grinning at us from a black sky. It is emanating a beautiful light.
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