Sometimes, in my comfortable orange chair, with my books and my coffee in my cozy cottage on my quiet tree-lined street in my middle-class suburb next to an enormous lake near a well-stocked grocery store it's easy to forget about all the people who are suffering in the world.
I don't want to think about wars and starvation and droughts, but if we completely disassociate ourselves, we appreciate out abundant good fortune less.
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