Let’s begin by rewinding the tape to three months ago. An ordinary Sunday afternoon, early Spring. It was still cold outside, and night came early. We sat sleepy in the living room, doing what must be done, which was nothing at all. Then, there was a knock on the door.
For all of the words I’ve spent talking about the specific virtue of connecting in th…
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