Cry If You Need To
4 min readDec 2, 2023
They Walk Among Us
I am still shaking my head, yet once upon a morning that promised sunshine, the following exchange took place.
Imagine two cups of coffee on an old metal table in perhaps a dingy room, and a yellow, lined notepad in front of the sinewy hand that holds the often-tapping pen. And yes, a single lightbulb likely dangles from the ceiling. Or instead there’s a flickering fluorescent tube…
