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Alone – A Concept

I was walking through the Denver airport alone. Alone. It had been a while since I was alone in an airport.  I didn’t have to rush. I had plenty of time to get to my connecting flight to Jackson Hole.  As I walked along, strolling solo through the mass of people scurrying to their destinations, I realized something that I already know in essence, but I’ve never spent much time really acknowledging.  And that is, I can never really, truly, be alone anymore.   I’ve traveled a fair share in my life.  More than many.  Less than some.  One of the...