Welcome to At The End Of the Day. I’m Hannah Sung and I write this newsletter for a people-first perspective on the news. To support this newsletter, pay-what-you-wish via Patreon. It’s December and the promise of a few days of rest twinkles in the distance like a row of Christmas lights. I’m tired and I can’t wait to take a break. It feels like déjà vu to be crawling, again, toward the end of the year.
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Welcome to At The End Of the Day. I’m Hannah Sung and I write this newsletter for a people-first perspective on the news. To support this newsletter, pay-what-you-wish via Patreon. It’s December and the promise of a few days of rest twinkles in the distance like a row of Christmas lights. I’m tired and I can’t wait to take a break. It feels like déjà vu to be crawling, again, toward the end of the year.