Bicycle riding. Indianapolis loving. Community encouraging. Grace exploring.
Unfortunately, I wonder if most of us do NOT know how it feels? Or do we? The experience of oppression and alienation, to truly experience what it means to be a locked-out, despised stranger... not sure I know that. But I will be thinking of that on May 1.
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