I can’t enjoy anything. I’ve lost the knack. This morning I’m looking out the window at the bird feeders full of blue jays and cardinals and thinking what right do I have to this? My organic cilantro and arugula in their perfect rows? My beans on their hand-built trellises of branches? My raspberries shooting up along the wall? My strawberries in their cozy beds of hay?

Dark comedy/drama
Three women, three men

At the dawn of the War on Terror, a peace group forms in a college town. All is well and peaceable until a young man with radical ideas joins the group shaking its very foundations, and the granddaughter of the group’s founders turns words into actions.

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