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possess | seven | syllables | ||||
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I see from the Washington Post that the word of the year has just been declared to be “permacrisis” – and today’s cartoon on the editorial page of the Financial Times has the prototypical English couple standing in their living room with a woman visitor – the lady of the house is explaining, “He’s hoping the permacrisis won’t last forever.” My best guess is that it’s going to change, but I doubt it will go away completely. Stuff happens, and it’s necessary to respond to it as best one can. Enjoy the good parts.
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