An absolutely beautiful day. The sky couldn't be bluer. The breeze more gentle. So, instead of heading downtown on the bus to march and sing we went to the creek and walked in the cemetery. We sang to MLK. It was a blessed day.
"We bake a cake. We blow it out. Happy birthday Martin Luther King we shout.
I have a dream, he said. All people hand in hand. Working and playing throughout the land." Written by me and a group of stellar 2-4 year olds in Chicago 20 years ago.
"We bake a cake. We blow it out. Happy birthday Martin Luther King we shout.
I have a dream, he said. All people hand in hand. Working and playing throughout the land." Written by me and a group of stellar 2-4 year olds in Chicago 20 years ago.
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I think I recognize some of those statues...
I lived on your street for three months and never got over that fence to check out the stones. Thanks for these!
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