He sat at the entrance smoking, sorting out his mind in peaceful ways as new spring freshness fills the air. My son is on vacation from a Detroit group home for Veterans who had faltered. His most profound memory from visiting his mom is how each Mexican greeted him as they passed by on the lateral in front of our gallery.Back home he is not observed smoking on the group home's back porch by those whose property values consume them.
God bless Mexico and God bless my friends who live in this highland sierras of eternal spring where my son can come and experience the warmth of being equal in a land of gentle tidings.
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