"What do you do?"
"I create shelters for peace. Places you can go to when you have no where to go. I buy shacks in the desert."
He nodded, looked to his friend. Their social class hung on their East coast shoulders as they lifted a paid for beer up to their pampered lips.
I said, "If it is not something you need, it has no value to you. Much like a Bonsai or Christ."
I felt secure, knowing they couldn't grasp the feeling of being lost in a Western desert.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
"What do you do?"
"I create shelters for peace. Places you can go to when you have no where to go. I buy shacks in the desert."
He nodded, looked to his friend. Their social class hung on their East coast shoulders as they lifted a paid for beer up to their pampered lips.
I said, "If it is not something you need, it has no value to you. Much like a Bonsai or Christ."
I felt secure, knowing they couldn't grasp the feeling of being lost in a Western desert.
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