This morning I was distracted from Trump, distracted from horror and bloodshed, distracted from lie heaped upon lie, distracted from war and hunger and dessication ... and instead read pretty thoroughly a Washington Post story (amorphous around the edges for me, but still interesting) about The Spoon Lady and her fellow musician.
Playing the spoons is not new to my vocabulary, but the adventure and struggles and observations of the article sunk their hooks in.
Playing the spoons is not new to my vocabulary, but the adventure and struggles and observations of the article sunk their hooks in.
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