Telegraph Road, Sawmill Parkway, Gallows Road, Church Lane; there was a destination that become a description. Like when a penitentiary was where you were sent when sentenced to repent. So many places and words uprooted from their original earth. So many deeply held values loosed from their anchors. Creativity was tied to the Creator Inspiration to the Spirit and Redemption was not about bottles and cans.
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