by Jeff Howlin | Sep 9, 2016 | Editorial, Imagery, Soul, Symbolic, Synchronicity, Trauma/PTSD
I could not breathe. Hot, tired and afraid, I was. Trapped in the middle of a crowd of strangers in an airport—people looking at one another more from suspicion than from wonder. Me—held in my mother’s arms while being touched and bumped by bags and elbows. There,...
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