A friend of mine texted me from Portugal the other day, where she and her husband have been living for a stretch now. We got to talking about freedom. Real freedom, not the kind from a history book – a slave set free, walking out from under something that never had any right to hold them in the first place, or a trap springing open and something wild bounding back into the woods. We know that freedom. We can picture it. We were after a different…
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