On our walks around Bloomington during the days my son Sean and his family were here, I kept pointing out chem trails. “See how they stay in the sky? How they spread out and seem to drip?” On and on. One after another. It was as if I was speaking into a void. They simply could not absorb what I was saying. Too difficult, I imagine. Once we dare to actively wonder, “Why in the world are they spraying?” and “What in the world are they spraying?” — reality shifts.

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