He didn’t appear to toss food, but walked slowly and reached.
When he stirred the sand for them, they crowded near his feet. Lingered. At one point there must have been thirty.
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The girl (granddaughter?) was rapt.
“. . . beloved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, meekness and patience.”
—Colossians 3:12
Cheryl Grey Bostrom, Author 
Beautiful, would Have Loved To Have Seen This. As To The Verse I Say Amen.
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You’d have enjoyed it, Joni.
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Love this. Poignant. I wonder what it would mean to stir the sand for others. Advocate? Defend? Take a risk and recommend someone for a job? Interesting . . .
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Ooo. “Stirring the sand for others.” Beautiful. Wish we’d talked before I’d captioned this, Janet. Thoughtful musings. Thanks.
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Wow, how interesting!
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So glad to have had my long lens.
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