For technology that lets me hear a 6th graders voice while she is back home after a morning of shopping in downtown Montego Bay and I am sitting in a friend’s apartment in the middle of the US having Saturday breakfast/lunch.

That I can still make music, once in a while. And that music is made in stress, the resonance in surrender.

A beautiful day to make deliveries all over campus for my office job.

A heart that goes out.

Some quality “recharge” time between shifts.

Light in the winter.


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