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What happens to a dream deferred?

I tried to write last Sacred Sunday, I really did, but my mind was overgrown and flooded from the journey I’d taken that weekend (not to mention the many times airport security stole my laptop). It’s still difficult for me to find the words to describe my visit to the Upper Midwest. What is it they say about pictures? Something about thousands…

thousands and thousands of unwritten words…

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