By and By, Part II (For Uncle Brad)

ME AND BRAD
“I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man;
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.”
-Bob Dylan

Three years ago on this exact day, I met with an emotion never before introduced to me. I still don’t have a name for it. It was a concrete intangibility of anguish to which, until that moment, I had always been a stranger. Continue reading

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