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Debride the wound, use your ice cube trays to rebuild the glaciers, keep joy to hand.

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Published by Elizabeth Pickard

Writer, librarian, eater. Delighted by food from everywhere. Delighted by genre-challenging writing. Curious to try the untried. View all posts by Elizabeth Pickard

February 26, 2019

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Keep some joy close to the surface so you can find it ever again. Don’t let it sink. Don’t let the handle rust, the crumb lose definition in that swell of bad news. Don’t nestle it in barbs, in fishnchips newspaper neglected so long the smell is neutral. Don’t attend to that and not this. This will bury itself a little deeper with every mudslide. Unattended, it will petrify, camouflaged the color of stuck, or evaporate over weeks without even a lick of steam. The planet is troubled. Douse the fire, debride the wound, use your ice cube trays to rebuild the glaciers, and keep joy available by searching for it now and then. Practice so you remember how to find it, where to even look.

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