It won’t come with jackboots and book burnings, mass rallies and fevered harangues. It won’t come with ‘black helicopters’ or tanks on the street. It won’t come like a storm—but like a break in the weather, that sudden change of season you might feel when the wind shifts on an October evening: Everything is the same, but everything has changed. Something has gone, departed from the world, and a new reality has taken its place
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