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highways, byways and way stations…

It’s a weird place this no man’s land, in transit, transforming, not-knowing, homeless and yet oddly free. Which I guess I pretty much am. Last week was deeply painful, I wept and howled like a tormented beast. It’s hard to … Continue reading

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