Downtown Sunday Morning
this is where the wind comes to a place where there are no longer plains to bolster the pioneer
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Today I Covet the Light
today i covet the light the undefined grey white cloak of the sky holding the remains of night
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The Burden of Being Tate
see brady see brady now a ghost of tulsa’s flitting past wandering the old streets without aim ambition or
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Thinking Big and Dreaming Large
For a moment, try to imagine our city without the Cain’s Ballroom. Now also consider downtown Tulsa without the
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