Holding The Both/And Of Human Possibility
The Bright The Beautiful And Bewildering
When my woefully late flight finally arrived into a tiny regional airport long after midnight all the kiosks had rolled down their metal enclosures. The final travelers had gotten their luggage and the airport was emptying fast with even the employees either gone or packing up. I stood with my guitar case and bag…
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