There is melancholy to this day; not sadness, but quiet contemplation. The prisoners are waking up, wondering why there are bars. We don’t seem angry, just finished. Its early morning, not yet 9:00 AM. I’ve been 3 places so far today, and in each there was a hush, almost self-absorption. This song was playing in the coffee shop as I entered…followed by this one… Perfect.
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