Freedom Gleaned the Hard Way
Happy Independence Day
It was a bright sunny day at the public market. The seductive aroma of fresh bread drifted out of the market bakery, its front doors wide open to a performing area reserved for outdoor music and theater.
I had just gathered a crowd there and was dragging a volunteer on stage.
He didn’t want to be there—and I’d pay dearly for that later—…
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