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A single moment in an ocean of time, past, present, and future. It’s June, 2020 and people of all races and ages behind N95 and surgical and bandana masks leave space for one another to walk past Grand Central Station, the grandeur of which strikes anyone who enters, because of course it is beautiful, it was commissioned by a Vanderbilt. But it doesn’t matter that it’s beautiful because now names are written on the underside of skateboards moving down an avenue of the same name, marking the individual lives senselessly lost across a nation that has to look back even to the time of its founding to understand why. ⁣

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