In many ways, “Bless” [sic] is half the reason I came here. I went out for the morning, to meet the children and teachers. The flowers, the ceremony, lovely if overwhelming. Great hope for the future (next week): some work out there.
I was met at the door…
The children, pre-school through age 10, are astonishingly beautiful.
As always, willing to stand on my head to be understood
Me, trying to read the puzzle on the board. Boy, recognizing a photo-op.
