Happ. He taught me how to make a frame from scratch...to sit and listen and where necessary gently even humorously bring in the history of a thing to the learning...to accept those younger than me...to respect those older and wiser than me. He taught me to walk up and look...to laugh softly but in freedom. He taught me that sometimes You must swim, and keep swimming and to remember where I came from. He taught me how to tell a story...how to hold space for, ready that African/Native-point of emphasis; the learning-moment-of-say. He taught me how to take curiosity of life and how to give it back. Thank you grandfather. Love and Peace.
Yes
Jerusalem is
lonely.
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