Once a week I travel to a prison and sing in a choir made up of half “insiders” and half “outsiders.” We practice songs, blending our voices together, sitting in the gymnasium. Seeing people who are imprisoned, sometimes for the rest of their lives, seeing them come and let their guard down a bit, be part of this communial experience is one of the most moving things I have experienced thus far in my life. People that can choose not to try anymore, to no longer try to be “good” come and create and share is profound and painful. Each week is different; joyous, fun, and heart breaking.
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