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The Perpetual Motion Machine and the Pandemic

March 31st, 2020 | 7 min read

By Brandon McGinley

My grandmother is eighty-five years old. She will die someday. I want her to die well and, in the meantime, to live well.

She lives with my aunt about ten minutes from where I live with my wife and four young children, and about five minutes from where I grew up. My sister and I had weekly sleepovers with them throughout our childhood. Now my children, two at a time, do the same.

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