This is love

There is an older man who goes to my tiny-church who is a dear friend of mine. Once, when I returned from an international trip, he found me at mass and whispered me a poem about ships on the ocean returning home, too. Once, in the middle of the winter, he gave me a CD... Continue Reading →

Kenny, Kenny

This is Kenny. He goes to my tiny church. And I just really, really love him. He gave me a CD he burned a few weeks ago, with all of his favorite songs. Turns out, most of them are my favorite songs, too. He reads at mass sometimes, just like me. Once, when I got... Continue Reading →

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