She is increasingly of the opinion that worrying about problems doesn't help solve them, but she hasn't really found an alternative yet. Surely you can't just leave them there.

The world in the middle of the night had life but empty on the streets as we prepare for flakes to fall. In the mist of stormy weather
Joining our atmosphere.

There will always be people who despise you, no matter what you do.

I suffer from my own multiplicity. Two or three images would have been enough, or four, or five. That would be allowed for a firm idea: This is she. As it is, I'm watery, I ripple, from moment to moment I dissolve into my other selves.

Written By Margaret Atwood

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