A Dance in the RainShe stepped out of the truck: messy, somewhat matted hair, a dirty sweatshirt, sweat pants, and old footwear. I said hello, and with her head down, she mumbled, "Hi." Her speech was slurred (I later learned she had suffered a stroke in 2023 from heavy crack cocaine use), and her step was unsteady, almost palsied...
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CoNNECtion Magazine
Don LeBlanc
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