I was riding the train home from work. One moment there were conversations and laughing. Then slowly like sand slipping thru your hands a silence filled the train, and by 10:37 our one freedom of expression went dark.
“Freedom isn’t Free”
I was riding the train home from work. One moment there were conversations and laughing. Then slowly like sand slipping thru your hands a silence filled the train, and by 10:37 our one freedom of expression went dark.
“Freedom isn’t Free”
I was riding the train home from work. One moment there were conversations and laughing. Then slowly like sand slipping thru your hands a silence filled the train, and by 10:37 our one freedom of expression went dark.
“Freedom isn’t Free”