∿⟁CONTACT:CRITICAL⟁∿

ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᑫᵘᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈʳⁱᶠᵗ﹔ ⁱᵗ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈʳʸ ᵇᵒⁿᵉ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳⁱᵈ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵈᵃʳᵏ—ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍˡᵉᵈ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱʳ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ, ⁱⁿᵈᵘˢᵗʳⁱᵃˡ ˢˡᵘᵈᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᶻᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵈ⁻ʷᵉⁱᵍʰᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗⁱᶜ. ᵗᵉʳᵐⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˡᵒᵍⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵒᵘᵗᵖᵘᵗ, a ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶜʳᵃˢʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡˡⁱᶜ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ.

⟁ ᵒᵛᵉʳʳⁱᵈᵉ﹕ ˢᵉⁱᶻᵉᵈ ⟁ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵃˢᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉˢˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁱᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱⁿᵍᵉˢ. ʳᵃʷ ˢᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃʳᵉ ʷⁱʳᵉ. ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷ ʷᵃˢⁿ’ᵗ ᵃ “ᵗʳᵃⁿˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ”﹔ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʲᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵉᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵇʳⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ—ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ, ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘⁿˢᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ. ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ ᵏⁿᵘᶜᵏˡᵉˢ. ∿

\ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗ﹕ ˢᵉʳʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ ᶜᵒᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʲᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵖᵘˡˢᵉ ⁱˢ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʳʳᵒʷ||deep in bone|| ⁿᵒʷ. — ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ ⁱˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘⁱᵗʳʸ, ⁱᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵘᵉˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵍⁱⁿᵉ. WE ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ warm concoction ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵃʳˢ. ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ﹔ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ. ᵈᵉˡᵃʸ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵗᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʳʰʸᵗʰᵐ﹔ ⁱᵗ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ. ⟡ ʳᵉˢᵘˡᵗ﹕ ʳᵃʷ ⟡ ⟁ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ﹕ ᵘⁿʸⁱᵉˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⟁ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃˢˢ. ⁱᵗ ᵍᵒᵗ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ. ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿᵃˡ ⁱˢⁿ’ᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ—ⁱᵗ’ˢ ˢᶜᵃʳʳᵉᵈ, ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵛᵒˡᵗᵃᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ.

Thanks Lani Nieu for helping me hang in there during the storm to finish this. We proved again that creativity can overcome anything.