Forty Days

No, you didn't go to sleep and miss lent.

It is forty days until the election but I am treating it as lent.

I am praying steadfastly.

I am abstaining from news overload.

I am participating in good works.

I want this to come out right.

What is that?

A resurrection, of course.

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