A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
a beautiful, heartfelt tribute to a fallen public servant--well done
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
I believe the most true love, even that of the Divine Son of God, comes with a disarming wink...just so we can let it in.
John