Wilson, We Meet Again...

Wilson and I met at the rally on MLK Jr. Day, organized by Sisters of the Road.  He was looking for Native American books.  I remembered him and called him over to the cart. I didn't have the poetry set aside for him that I'd remembered, but he found two books that interested him.  "It's so cool that you remembered me," he said.

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