In this time of solitude, of being with my own presence and observing the unfolding of events in the world one question rings loud within my being. The question pulsates through my veins and it beats in my heart and it swells and expands in my consciousness. What is freedom? What is freedom truly? And …
When the heart is open, all that I can see…
I am walking towards the dumpster area with a white bag in my hands and as I approach I hear movement inside the dumpster. Normally I would feel hesitant to come any closer. Yet, this time the sounds inspired no hesitancy. I walk without fear towards the open gate and I take in the scene …
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