"Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world."

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Today I read Seven Days in the Life of Simon Labrosse by Carol Fréchette. Leo, who frantically writes poems in the corner of the room during the whole play reads aloud, "Bricks of shit are raining down on our filthy world." Leo also has a speech impediment that disallows him to say positive words, notably the word "hope". The other two characters in this piece struggle in different ways to tell their stories, and grasp at some unknown help that can pull them out of the sinking-despair-sand they find themselves in.
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Today I heard Mackenzie Jane West's "Broken Girls", a song she wrote and shared in our Theatre women's bible study a few years ago. I was glad to hear it again.
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Tonight, I think hope is worth it, even if it comes tripping out in stutters.
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