It's perhaps a played/out echo of what generations of Beings all ready know.
It's quite vaguely an altar call for the Wanderers to shrug Their tense shoulders & simply exist.
It's a revisitation to the idea that Individuals have an undeniable duty to only become & to explore who They are & the joys for which They were crafted.
I witnessed this simple grace in action, you know.
Tiptoeing & elbow/bumping with Friends & Strangers squeezed enough room between two heads a window to joy.
As though there were no other place, deed, or duty but that tight moment, C.Hollywood Davenport breathed life through the blues harp & into as many warm ears as would stop to listen.
That's all.
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