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December 11, 2020
My wardrobe is weeping behind the closet door, worried that it will never have the opportunity to be seen outside those confines and paraded around town. I assure it this is temporary, that we're not even going to deign to call this time "the new normal", that eventually we'll have places to go and people to meet and shows to see, and even on days when we have nowhere in particular to go, we'll be able to strut our stuff just for the sake of strutting it. This horror will eventually end, and the outfits will make a triumphant return.