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Also, I cried today.

Finally.

Ode to my friends

Ode to my friends,

One word, two words, a millions and two words

No number, nor number of words could express

The kind of warmth that my heart feels

When I think about my friends

Pure of heart

Pure in intention

No comparisons made

No secret longings to best the other

Their souls are like gardens

and the wind flows through these gardens and brings life to those who are blessed to be acquainted,

With the sweet aroma that is their spirits

I can see their smiling faces and know,

That I am loved.

For Chico

CHICO

This is my latest project. 1000 communion cups.

I came across a brief story and call for prayer for a man named Chico on my friend Scott's blog. I decided to make this project into my prayer for him. 

Chico, this one's for you!