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I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

Saint Abraham of Kiduna, Hermit of Edessa

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So, I decide to kill some time and wander around. I hit up the Edessa Archaeological Museum. Wow, just wow. They’ve got artifacts from ancient times, and I’m just standing there, mind blown. I mean, how cool is it that I’m walking where people walked thousands of years ago? But then, I overhear this tour guide talking about how the city was founded in the 4th century BC. I’m like, “Dude, can you not make me feel so insignificant?”

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