imagining you is sort of like trying to remember myself
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my country tis of thee
Today on my way to work I was listening to NPR. They were playing a conversation about Atlanta in 1962. You can listen to it here. Holiday Special: Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. - A Portrait Of Atlanta In 1962 It's a really interesting look at how people thought about race nearly 50 years ago.
I was also informed that "In 1939 your Great-great Aunt Bernice was living in Washington, D.C., when Marian Anderson sang in front of the Lincoln Memorial because DAR (Daughters of the Revolution) was racist. That moment so affected Bernie that she described it to me in the mid 1960's. We have a long way to go before we gain mutual tolerance. "
I thought that was cool too, so I am posting the performance.
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spaced off
Nothing you do has anything to do with you having once lived across the street and cutting through the grass, marking the tree with your knife and taking the stakes out of the flowerbed. In your dreams you come across the fence and find me standing in the shed. In my dreams you are sort of like the property line. You probably drink coffee and pay for it with a visa card which is embellished with the name of your favorite charity on the front. If I had to bet I would say its an organization that sponsors sea turtles. Do you know what seems familiar? Sea turtles.
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