Maybe it was the ride in the van when every single one of them was singing; not one on a phone. Or the perceptive ways in which they (mostly) respected each others’ energies. Or their palpable appreciation of the pastel colors beneath distant clouds as rain and night fell simultaneously. Or the respectful ease with which all got sorted, even when one of…
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