Erin Courtenay


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Universal Language – Ripples of Difference

Josh turned over another plastic toy is his hand and decided to sleep on whether he could bear to part with it. In the morning, it was still there, proudly on top of the pile like a Christmas tree star - a shining token from a boy who couldn't quite grasp the meaning of his gifts. What he did understand was that his toys would go to children not unlike him. They had also lost their dads. To deliver the... (posted by Erin 2 years 156 days ago.)