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Last week, I found myself standing in a room filled mostly with strangers. Considering the event was a wake service for a friend, you would say he built a remarkable off-the-balance-sheet inventory of deep and powerful love. To him, touching lives was his currency — and my late friend built …

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As of late, I have an unsettling feeling, as if an ominous shadow is peering over my shoulder. From the always-listening speaker in the living room, to a wrist device recording the hours I slept the night before, I’m finding myself increasingly uneasy.

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Teal waters playfully wink at a cloudless sky behind the young man. He’s standing at the rear of a small white fishing boat, and his arms spread like the frigates gliding in ocean breezes above our heads. His dark hair is shaved close on the sides with a dozen long, blonde-tipped woven ends …

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Recently, I found myself down a rabbit hole of 1980s music videos. Most bands featured I remembered as clearly as yesterday, complete with the outrageous fashions the world may rightly never let see the light of day again. And dang, was that ever a fun way to burn a half hour.