{horn intro} This small town and the darkness of an artificial evening can hold space for a middle-aged woman walking her dog and scream-crying [and dancing] to the soundtrack of her adultification. For 48 minutes and 50 seconds, I am transported to the beginnings of figuring out how to be alive in this world. AndContinue reading “Rainy Monday dog-walking daylight-savings blues OR Good News for People Who Love Bad News”
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The Oracle of Z 