The art was world class and funky and inspiring.
The snapshots are quick. Sitting in the sun on a bench on the south side. I remember navy socks, faded and perfect. And the leather--smooth like butta.
We cast our history out into the rose bushes and discovered not 6 degrees of separation but 1. A babysitter that lived 3 blocks away in the yellow house with white shutters, next to the school.
We both noticed the couple 20 feet away in our glances.
For a moment I wished so hard that I was her. And he was him.
I have discovered that wishing isn't the same as faith.
People talk about faith like it is a big thing, but even if we have the faith of a mustard seed nothing will be impossible.
That is huge. Bigger than my wish.
Seize the J
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