The soul dust that is flowing back into your hands today is some of the most integrity-filled, warmly-wise, fiercely-feminine stuff we've got to give.
You'd better still have the mold and you'd better send back ten thousand variations of her to make up for this soulless crapheap of a year.
And, while you're at it, send back a few Bowies, Princes, and Cohens. The press and the arts are clearly under attack.
We pray she's interrogating the heaven out of you.