Perhaps you were lucky enough to see the show
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—before face masks and travel restrictions and crowd reductions and social
distancing and quarantine and COVID-anything-at-all.
The summer I was ten, I woke in the mornings having dreamt of arrowheads. I grew
up on a ranch in the Rockies, a place of fields and forest which were, to me,
When the words Waiting for the host to start this meeting appear on the TV
screen, I call, “I figured out how to AirPlay the iPad to the Roku” to the
kitchen, where
“I wonder if it’s all true.” – Nicholas Wolterstorff
“Tragedy will come,” the speaker said, standing behind a lectern in the college
chapel where I sat with my classmates. Within a few years,
Here is a man whose wildness takes place in dream, in a corner of a Parisian
apartment, on a narrow cot. Here is a man who never dreams except of a curve of
