MASKS At the grocery store today— these meteors and angels, wise men and all the beautiful hallucinations of December, wearing the masks of the Ordinary, the Annoyed, the Tired. The Disturbed. The Sane. Only the recovering addict with his bucket and bell has dared to come here without one. He is Salvation. His eyes have […]
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