It has been a long two years of heavy stillness. I honestly believe that at the deepest point in the pandemic I could have easily taken a finger and dragged it across my thigh, unsurprised to find it caked with a weighted blanket of dust. But now here we are, venturing out at “normal” rates to see loved ones. Sit at tables to share a bottle of wine, spill some secrets, dip into the same bowl of salsa, and most importantly, revel in some good art.
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