What Freedom Means to Me

It’s a tough question, isn’t it? Defining something so personal, I mean. There’s no chance that my particular brew matches the flavor of yours. Mine may be acidic, and yours sweet. Maybe mine is born of aspiration, and yours from frustration. Maybe it’s the reverse. What do I know? It’s just how I see it from my seat.

The definition is more fingerprint than blueprint.

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