I got ahold of one teaspoon of real butter, the first I've tasted since before my arrest back in 2013. It came on one of the trays for Passover. Oh my...so rich. I ate it with a cracker. It tasted like freedom. https://nitter.2nodez.com/RealRossU/status/1654218105420394497#m

Every moment of every hour of the last 3,500 days, I’ve been in prison. After all this time, my memories of freedom are no more than wisps of dreams, fading in the harsh light of what my life has become. Were I to be given a second chance someday, I’d be reborn. https://nitter.2nodez.com/RealRossU/status/1653091298264621056#m