Awaiting Another Voice
"For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice." — T.S. Eliot.
Good morning from Indianapolis Airport, it’s 4:59 a.m., and I’m sitting in a terminal with many other early bird travelers, including the most beautiful woman in the world; it’s a busy place with a lot of hustle, a little bustle, and many kids…
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