The last Bon Air visit was by far the best one. \u00a0Sage was very eager to share the prose he wrote. \u00a0I don’t know what to call it exactly because it isn’t a poem, but it isn’t a narrative either. He definitely spent a lot of time on it because it’s very profound and contemplative. \u00a0I could tell he was very proud of the work he had accomplished over his tenure at Bon Air. \u00a0It was so touching to see him want to continue meeting every week. \u00a0In the recent weeks, I’ve gotten to know Bryan better too because he and Sage seem to be good friends. \u00a0Last trip, Maddy, Ally, Sage, Bryan, and I all just talked naturally. \u00a0It didn’t feel like it was part of a class or even in a prison. \u00a0I actually didn’t want to leave after my hour was up. \u00a0It felt genuine. \u00a0Over the past five weeks, Sage never really shared as much as the rest of the group about his past. \u00a0Toward the end, he began to open up more, but I feel like what Sage didn’t share shows a lot about how he thinks of himself now. \u00a0He doesn’t identify with the person that got him into Bon Air, his old self, but he now is a completely reborn person, which he shows with his writing. \u00a0That is why he only shares stories from his life in Bon Air and his hopes for his future and hardly anything from his past despite my encouragements. \u00a0I am happy that Sage is at peace with the person he is today. It was a great experience getting to know Sage and I can’t wait to go back in December.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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