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The oldest cure for doomscrolling in one lyric
For nearly 20 years, the same sentence has greeted me every morning. It first appeared on a yellow Post-it note stuck to the door of my office in Nashville. When my wife and I moved to Montana, the note came with us. Eventually, the paper curled and the ink faded, so my wife had the words beautifully rendered in calligraphy and framed.…
