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A mother parked across the street this morning as I peered out the window. Her child was holding a small bouquet of flowers as they approached our corner lot. The child climbed up to my snow sculpture and placed it by other flowers which have been accumulating. They walked back to their car. Claudia said she saw the mother wipe away a tear.
Another Minnesotan was just killed by an ICE agent this morning with a gunshot to the chest.
Which reminds me of a short visual commentary that I made last year with my daughter’s help. I called it Sheep State:
