I arrived too late but I swear I could still hear the remnants of the early afternoon. Music, the kind of music that gives strangers permission to connect for the first time.
There is something about the atmosphere of an intimate gathering around a poet or musician that opens up the avenues of discussion. I could hear echoes of politics some local and some national, the decline of education or perhaps a future of hope for our children's children.
Not unlike another Upper Room we know of...I think that covenants were probably made and everyone left this upper room having had the chance to be a part of something intensely personal.
1156 - Harvest - Sunday Whirl (Wordle #321) presents a list of words that we must incorporate in a writing piece. The words this week are: possible, pretense, individua...
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