Friday, February 06, 2015

More Than Language

I felt liberated because I could smoke in a bar, and I wasn't even a smoker.  And we all talked about community.  In that scotch and soda moment, I realized I could get along anywhere.  I could move freely among so many circles.  I was that character in the book he gave me, except I had nothing to hide.

I had nothing to fear.

1 comment:

Wanderlust Rach said...

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