My pre-schooler and young architect made this one Sunday afternoon. When I ask him what he was making he said: "for my Baptism" after the event at the Anglican Church.
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About Me
- L. Edgar Otto
- The sea horses weep, the sea oats keep, sway to the winds of the dunes... The Christ child still slept, the seagulls kept step, Praying to suns and to moons... I am what I am, sea creature blind, I weep tears that no one can find, My tear after tears in sorrows and fears, Are lost to the sea the moment they're free....
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