Opening Doors/Lungs

It’s the end of a work-long day. The desk lamp is shining. The dregs of Rioja are poured. I’ve survived the rush hour commute. And the city struggle is nicely behind me. But no. No. Because in just under an hour, I’ll be heading out again. Into the smoke and mirror...

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