I was speaking with my Granddad on the phone last week. From midday in Paris, I was pacing my sunlit apartment while he was reporting on the cardinals he spied from his breakfast nook 3000+ miles away in Kentucky. Slowly at first, then seemingly all at once, I was no longer alone within the walls of my room (re: mind), but sitting there alongside him ju…
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