By Tim Alberta
Dear Washington
This will be my last letter.
Throughout it all, I endeavored to keep you connected to the rest of the country—to attach names and faces to those ordinary Americans, your fellow citizens far removed from stations of influence and power, who actually hold in their hands the fate of this democratic experiment. I wanted you to know what was on their minds and in their hearts. From the mountains of northeastern Pennsylvania to the desert wilderness of New Mexico, while sitting in the backseats of Uber vehicles and standing outside of voting precincts and touring shuttered restaurants, I detected one common feeling that binds together this deeply fractured nation: fear.
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