I crouched down and pressed the charcoal into the cement. Black thick lines formed letters and words. “We are the dreamers. We are the dream.”

I paused to observe the collective unplanned menagerie of art. Amber brought the charcoal to the Sego Lily School play group for everyone to share that sparklingly clear Tuesday morning. The wood transformed by heat unleashed our imaginations. Read more

Forgive me children, for I have sinned…
and these are my sins as I see them:

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