The Burgers Are Better From the Source
I left the Ark with answers to questions I didn’t even know I had, only to find myself in a White Castle drive-thru receiving wisdom I definitely didn’t order. And somehow those tiny little burgers sent me down a whole damn rabbit hole about truth, God, who I am, and how much of my life I’ve spent letting other people tell me things I should have gone to the source for myself. The road kept doing what the road had been doing all along... showing me pieces of myself in the strangest places. A mountain. A lodge. A stranger. A mirror. A moment that should have irritated the hell out of me. Turns…
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