Temple of Time by Dave Washer

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Seventeen suns rising in seventeen bedroom windows. Thirty-four eyes blooming open with the light of one more morning. Seventeen reflections in the bathroom mirror. Seventeen backpacks or briefcases stuffed with textbooks or lesson plans. Seventeen good mornings at kitchen breakfasts and seventeen goodbyes at front doors. Seventeen drives through palm-lined streets and miles of crammed highways to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School at 5901 Pine Island Road. The first bell ringing-in one last school day on February fourteenth, 2018. Seventeen echoes of footsteps down hallways for five class periods: algebra, poetry, biology, art, history. Seventeen hands writing on whiteboards or taking notes at their desks until the first gunshot at 2:21pm. One AR-15 rifle in the hands of a nineteen year old mind turning hate for himself into hate for others, into one-hundred fifty bullets fired in six minutes through building number twelve. Seventeen dead carried down hallways they walked, past cases of trophies they won, flyers for clubs they belonged to, lockers they won’t open again. Seventeen Valentine’s Day dates broken and cards unopened. Seventeen bodies to identify, dozens of photo albums to page through and remember their lives. Seventeen caskets and burial garments to choose for them. Seventeen funerals to attend in twelve days. Seventeen graves dug and headstones placed—all marked with the same date of death. Seventeen names: Alyssa. Helena. Scott. Martin—seventeen absentees forever—Nicholas. Aaron. Jamie. Luke—seventeen closets to clear out—Christopher. Cara. Gina. Joaquin—seventeen empty beds—Alaina. Meadow. Alex. Carmen. Peter— Seventeen reasons to rebel with the hope these will be the last seventeen to be taken by one of three-hundred-ninety-three-million guns in America ! Seventeen Funerals BY RICHARD BLANCO

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There is always the need to carry on. Marjorie Stoneman Douglas

Dear Temple Crew When I first heard about this project I wasnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t sure what to expect. All I knew was that a bunch of strangers were coming to my home and creating art that was supposed to erase the hurt a little. I arrived at the build site about two weeks ago, having never used a saw, staple/nail gun, a level and I definitely hadnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t heard the phrase DBS before. In the past few weeks you all have given immeasurable amounts of patience, guidance, kindness & advice. I have lost a lot of family in the past few years and this last year has been incredibly challenging. I have been searching for a way to find peace in this world and in the small time we have spent together, you each have shed some light on the path to finding peace. Like everyone of those goddamn little pieces of wood that have been glued into the floor boards an the alter, you have all given me a little piece of our hearts. I cannot thank you enough for the love and light you brought into my life and I truly hope to see you all again. Thank you for your time and for what you gave to my community. I am forever grateful for this experience. All of my love Rachel Schapiro

A Letter to the crew: This is my Mantra in my journey of grief: We build something that people, all people, can use to help their healing process, the forgiveness process… a kind of release, or at-least, just one step in helping that release, in that journey of many steps. There is no right way or wrong way to grieve, no time table for how long it takes. Grieving can take many forms, anger, desperation, sorrow to name three out of too many to count… Always hold grief in two hands— Sorrow, irrevocable change in one hand Love, wonder and gratitude in the other.. Helping to heal others is helping to heal ourselves. Together we build something… We call it a Temple— Temple of Time Built with intention, sharing knowledge of building tools, artistic insights and the soft light of the quiet understanding that we all share grief together. We are artists, we are makers, we are builders, we are humans. And we care deeply. Grief is something we all share, no matter philosophy, religion, politics, moral codes, dogmas we all walk this journey. For a brief moment we do it together. For that moment there is an empathy and understanding, there are no words for it, but the grandmothers, children, truck drivers, first responders, parents, anyone who comes, gets it without explanation. In a sideways world, there are only a few things that can bring optimism. Here is one. I’m not saying this should be anyone else’s philosophy or trying to create a dialogue…. I’m only sharing mine. To this group of illustrious humans… I love and cherish you all very very very much… and it has always been my honor to work beside you. See you in Florida!!! Much love to you all, Dash

I am so Sorry this world could not keep you Safe May your journey home be a soft and peaceful one But our empty seats will never be filled and our empty hearts will never be filled “Love people man. nothing to it. just love those around you. it will really make that much of a difference in your or anyones life.” Joaquin Oliver “Dreams and dedication are a powerful combination.” Jaime Guttenburg Be the change you wish to see in the world. Those who died yesterday had plans for his morning. And those who died this morning had plans for tonight. Don’t take life for granted. In the blink of an eye, everything can change. So forgive often and love with all your heart. You may never get to have the chance again. Pain is a terrible thing and you cannot avoid it. But it comes with a choice as to whether or not it makes you a better person… And if you let it make you a better person, you’re already one ` `step closer to healing it 17 BE Positive Passionate proud to be an EAGLE

MP, JB, HB, LA, EK

Naming the Temple for Parkland and Coral Springs

We all felt it. But didn’t know yet what this Temple would be.

The city of Coral Springs called and asked, we need a name for your Temple. “We were thinking— Temple of Healing?” Maggie and David called me “You lost a daughter, you know the difficult feelings around the anniversary, what do you think of the name, Temple of Healing?”

I could feel my reaction immediately. NO!

We can’t offer healing. We can’t tell, suggest, offer, advocate, propose to someone who is in the rawest hardest time of grief how to grieve. Think about it, get back to us, we need to have an answer by today. I thought back to the temple we built in Ireland in 2015. 45 years after the Troubles but still festering in the hearts of the divided city. A city with one of the highest suicide rates in Western Europe. An artist, a director of plays, outside smoking cigarettes at the local bar, Sandinos challenged me: “You these guys who are building that Temple. What is it?” He demanded and before I could answer he continued. “People come here every year offering us their religions and ideals, who are you to think you have the right to try to heal us?” Anger, Frustration, Resentment and a kind of ancient sadness were distilled in his voice. “We are a group of artists, a group of people, building a Temple on top of that hill. We’re out there in the snow, sleet, rain, drizzle and mud building this thing. It’s a gift, just a beautiful thing for your town, for you.” “We’re all artists here! Look around these tables, musicians, poets, painters, actors. You don’t think we’re artists? you don’t think we can take care of ourselves.” Pints of Guinness, shots of whiskey, music, laughter, some kind of golden light around the bar, yes who are we? “I don’t know that much really. I know my grief, I lost a daughter, a 20 year old amazing beautiful girl, an amazing artist. I’m here because of her. I’m not telling anyone how to grieve. Just offering something beautiful for you to place something that you might need to let go of. It’s there if you need it, or want it.” I felt his anger which at first felt intimidating, but under it there was something raw and incredibly real. He was offering me a glimpse of his pain. He waves his hand in a final declaration.

“You watch a friend get murdered and tell me about it!” and he stormed of into the rainy night. His friends apologized for their friend. I waved it off and went back inside. Later in the evening he returned and found me. “I want to say I’m sorry for how I reacted to you.” he said. We held eyes. “You do not have to apologize to me,” I said “Still I had no right to say…” he paused unable to finish his sentence. “Honestly, It was my honor to hear you, to feel what it is to live in your city, really, an honor that you could tell me those things. We embraced and called it a night… “Hey!” he called out. I turned to face him. Rainy windy night, street lights reflecting light off the angles of water. “I’m very sorry for the loss of your daughter. Truly. Bless you brother!” So often when anger thrown as a dagger the common reaction is fight or flight. Grief anger is a different kind of animal, wounded and asking for help not knowing how to ask for help and not wanting help all at the same time. I learned something this night that changed a lot of things.

Who are we to tell people how to heal? So not Temple of Healing Temple of Hope Temple of Compassion Temple of Resource Temple of Unity

The first year, the year of first… so easy to trigger the Then David suggests Temple of Time Soft, Symbolic, Meaningful, a name that doesn’t sound religious or pious, a name that can evolve with significance as we approach the time of the 1st year anniversary of the murder of 14 children, 3 teacher, wounding 17 other children, and two towns that are still in shock and PTSD for what happened on February 14th.

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Trepidation David came back from his second meeting with the town and the pressure that the town was feeling. He told a story about a woman that came up to him after a talk and told him that she did want the memory of her daughter to have anything to do with something that would be burned. She explained that her grandparents were burned by the Nazis, That her sister was burned in a car crash when she was a child. David came home reeling and concerned how is this going to happen… He felt crushed. He shared the story we all felt this weight. Would the families accept this Temple? Would the kids of the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High school accept it, the communities? Would they see this as something meaningful, a resource for healing or would they be offended by some kind of presumptuous Burning Man inspired artist group. They asked us to come and do this. We made our plans, we made our reservations. We build temples. We are not a Burning Man group, we are not some right wing gun club… Either sides of that vast spectrum— we do not take sides. We have no agenda but to build and share a process and listen to stories that are shared and share our stories. If questions are asked answer thoughtfully. If someone doesn’t know how to use a tool be thoughtful and considerate. Who knows what brings them When we were invited to go the the Smithsonian I felt so excited. Washington DC, Smithsonian. I have to admit I was excited to tell people. Posted on social media, called my family, told my friends. But I felt so quiet about this build, about this project in Florida. It felt so tender and vulnerable, as if we announced it in a wrong context, even in a small conversation out loud could butterfly affect this into something unreal. We didn’t know Quiet mind. No expectations. No agendas. No affiliations. Temple mantra: We build this temple for one person. The dictionary defines Bodhisattva as: A being that compassionately refrains from entering nirvana in order to “help” others…. I practiced no expectations no agenda. Bodhisattva vow. I tried to visualize a perfect scenario-- The first day no one showed up… just us. Sorting out our tools. Going over materials and tools. Scribing the lines for the layout of posts and structural elements. Setting up work stations. Then a few people would show up, a few kids after school might come by and help. Each day a few more people would arrive. Slowly gaining momentum. I tried not to imagine conversations or dialogues. Just a smooth transitions of people arriving to help us build and relationships that would forge by the comradely friendship of building something significant together. I looked forward to slowly learning about these communities. By the last day as we opened there would be community all around us. Supportive and connected. The last day would just be us and as we opened the temple on the 14th there would be this wonderful flow of humanity arriving to leave something, write something, feel something at this Temple we were going to build.

Alice Alice was one of the first volunteers to show up. She lived near the site and immediately showed us that the community was going to be very supportive. We crossed paths a few times acknowledging each other. There is work that we do by using the drop outs of the pieces of intricate plywood to glue onto 4 x 8 pieces of plywood as an intricate mosaic to be laid down as the floor. Our conversation was that thing you do, Florida weather, how many temples have I built, what a pleasure to be working together… Alice in her sweet way wanted to invite our group over to her house for dinner one night… She was describing where she lived just a block away…. In the middle of our chatting a siren sounded from a distance and as it approached our area I watched Alice. She froze in mid sentence. The siren got louder as it drove past the site and then at the intersection turned and the sound disappeared into the distance. She was still frozen mid sentence. Her eyes seemed to gloss over, not teary, but glassy. She wasn’t shaking, but she didn’t seem solid. It took her a small moment to gather herself. “I apologize.” she said looking at me. I didn’t understand exactly what was happening “ apologize? You don’t have to apologize for anything.” “I still have PTSD when I hear sirens,” she said rubbing her eyes as if to clear smoke. “On weekends it’s not so bad as I know there is no school.” “Ahhh, yes yes,” I said trying to validate and hold a comforting space for her. “That day there were so many sirens, so much confusion. It was like it would never stop!” She paused.. “I’m going to give you a hug?” I said as a question and opened my arms towards her “Yes.” We held the moment. I felt the presence of something significant, I felt the reason why we had come to Florida. Whatever Trepidation I had arrived with had now been irrevocably erased.

Working with the kids Ray was wearing the burgundy color Tee #MSDSTRONG on the Front and the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas fierce eagle on the back. He was tentative when we first met. I invited him to help me on a project. One of the things I love about building the temple is that so many of the jobs are repetitive. Not that anyone loves repetitive, but as we learn the process of something it begins to make sense. We need 20 columns, there are four sides, there are frames, there are cuts, there are angles. 20 times 4 times 4 times 4 = 1280. It can seem daunting the first few go rounds, finding dimensions, materials, fittings, tools, correct size screws, nails, staples, timberlocks…. The first piece might take 20 minutes for two cuts. Once you figure out the materials, tools, and what the hell you’re trying to make, you start to see short cuts. Different ways to cut, different order, use a template, use a block, cut 4 at once, turn and stack repeat. What starts as something that seems awkward, time consuming and pointless, slowly turns into a well formed thing and the making of it a kind of dance. Hi, my name is Dash. “I’m Ray,” he says looking downward towards his tennis shoes. “You go to Stoneman Douglas?” “Yeah.” “ Cool, kinda been a tough year I guess?” I ask trying not to pry “Yeah, pretty tough.” “ let me guess how old you are? “okay.” “hmmm, not 13 hmmm maybe 15… are you 15? “I’m 14” Ray smiles. It is a good smile. He looks straight at me. The only thing I ever want to do with a young person is validate them. His smile makes me smile. His eyes look up “ha ha I knew it was 14. You act like your 15. What are you into? “Swimming.” “I bet your good at it. I grew up surfing. I love swimming. Do you surf?” “I wish!” “What’s your stroke?” “Butterfly.” “Dude! your kidding that’s awesome. That’s a tough stroke.” “Yeah.” “Are you good?” “Hmm I don’t know, but I swim with kids that are 15 and 16.” “I can tell you’re good! No wonder I thought you were 15.”

We both laugh. The smallest bonding has just occurred. There is feeling in this moment that I feel accountable for. I know he has gone through a great tragedy of epic proportions. I do not know his story. What did he see, what friends or siblings did he loose, how is he doing a year later? But it is not my place to know, nor do I need to know, nor need to intrude, or ask him to recount an epic trauma. I lost a daughter ten years ago. Even now people always want to now how she died. What is that story. The only story right now is this small laugh between us. “Have you ever used a high powered Nailer or Stapler connected to a compressor?” I hold up one of the nail guns. They are called Nail Guns. We have decided that the name “nail guns” may be too reactive of a term, so we’re calling them nailers or staplers. It’s good tool for a young kid. It’s easy to put in a staple that is strong enough to hold up a temple with the pull of a trigger. It is very empowering. Empowering with smiles and building something with integrity with people who are cool and you enjoy being around can be an earth-shattering experience for a young kid. I saw this in the Temple we built in Ireland. Kids who had never worked before arrived with nothing but attitude, living off the dole, but at the end of our build had been transformed. The smallest realization that can change the trajectory of a life. When you are building, creating, doing, something you love… work can be more than fun, it can be meaningful. I hand Ray to Stapler. “Put these every 12 inches…..” After a while Ray has used a stapler, a framing gun, an impact driver, a skill saw. We are moving in harmony. He is athletic and intelligent, witty and charming. I totally love this kid! We are smiles and have a great rhythm going. We have our dance step going where each part we know our place. A routine, we already have half of them done. Ray is beaming with pride as we break for lunch. Ray goes off and hangs out with some of his friends. A young woman, attractive, mid 30s, sits down across from me with her plate of pasta and salad that Maggie has prepared for our lunch. “Hi I’m Alicia I’m the art therapist for ShineMSD,” she says smiling. “It’s so cool see you working with Ray,” She goes onto explain about the group and what they do. ShineMSD was created for the MSD kids to nurture healing through the Arts. Ray is in her group. “Yeah, he’s an awesome kid. I really like working with him.” She leans forward and kind of whispers, “I’ve never seen Ray so happy. He is all smiles today. I can’t believe it.” “Well he is enjoying himself. I’m enjoying working with him. It’s kind of contagious.” I wave towards the build. Small groups of people formed around different project. It is like a beehive of activity. “Really, there is nothing else like this,” and I add not for the first time nor the last time. “Helping to Heal others is a powerful way to help heal ourselves.”

Brianna

After lunch I find Ray and we start working together in step again right where we left off. The good feelings continue. David Best walks over with a young girl and says to her… “ Here you can help here.” He looks at me and I nod. “Ofcourse!” I tell David and the young girl. “I’m Dash,” I tell her. “I’m Brianna,” she says so quietly I have to ask her again to get the pronunciation. “Brianna.” she repeats glumly.” “Brianna, got it,” I say to her. There is a little attitude, or a little something that I notice, a small edge, I don’t need to name it but I recognize it, a little spectrumish. I may not get a smile from Brianna. “So how you doing today Brianna?” “Alright I guess,” she says still looking downward. “Alright, just Alright.” I say trying to sound jokingly light. “I know alright. Yesterday I had to spend the entire day in my hotel room because I was too sick to work out here. Yesterday I was totally Miserable! Snot all over yech! So today I’m just alright too! I’m looking for Good though. I’m going Miserable, Alright, Good and then Great. First lets try to get to good.” I’m sounding like a camp counselor and play acting a little. Ray knows me well enough to know I’m playing. Brianna looks a little stunned. I give Ray a thumbs up, he gives me one back. I look at Brianna and give her a vigorous thumbs up and she grimaces and gives a half hearted thumbs up. But it lands kind of cute and timid and it make me smile. “Awesome. that’s a good start!” Ray and I have already been working together for a few hours and I want to include Brianna into our project without make her feel uncomfortable. “So here is the deal about working,” I begin. I tell this story a lot to people who newly come on board. “Here is the trick to be a good worker…. Watch what we are doing. See what tools we are using. What pieces of materials we need. What screws or staples were using. What templates and pieces that help hold or measure things. There will be a moment when the person you’re working with needs something, and as they are looking around you just reach forward and have it in your hand when they need it…. that’s when you become part of the team. That’s what makes a great worker. Watch, pay attention and be ready. I’m a contractor back home… and if I hire someone and they are this kind of person… believe me I want them on my team! That’s a good employee.” That is my pep talk. We go back to work and I have Ray teach Brianna how to use the staplers and were moving pieces of plywood and framing. I have cut a three pieces of of plywood into a shape that is the exact measurement of what the frames should be. We use that to hold the frames in place. We have to use a more powerful framing nailer (nail gun) and I’m doing this part. We’ve been working together for about an hour and we’re just beginning to get the team work figured out. It has been a rain day, with periodic moments of rain. A couple of times it has rained so hard we’ve had to seek shelter and cover our tools. We come back to our spot. I gather up the tools and start working. I’m looking around for something I need. I’m not really sure what it is actually, I’m just looking around a little disoriented.

A hand thrusts forward. No spoken word. Just a hand thrust in front of my face holding a piece of wet wood that we have been using for spacing 2x4s. It is exactly what I was looking for. I didn’t even know what it was and then… bam… I’m staring at this piece of wood in front of my eyes. I trace the hand back to elbow, shoulder, face and smiling Brianna. A kind of pride in her eyes, a joy in her face. In this moment it so much more than a piece of wood she is offering me. A take the template from her. “ ha ha… Yes! Perfect!!!” I turn towards Ray he is smiling also. I gets it. I can’t really explain this, but in this moment I get a swelling of emotion. It is raining, we are wet but it is not cold. The three of us are together. The temple is in the background being made by friends and wonderful people of the community. The three of us are having a moment. I am feeling so grateful. My doubts about the build, about what were are here for, even about my own grief for my daughter, my own awkward relationship to wisdom, doubts, insecurities fears. In this moment I am feeling Brianna’s same feelings. Ray’s same feelings. I have goosebumps. “Oh my god, I’m feeling so emotional…” The kids can see I’m tearing up. “So Brianna how are you feeling now, still just alright?” We all laugh. She’s looking for the right word. “Yeah, I’m good.” “ Yeah, me too. I might even say Great.” “ Ray, how about you?” “Great!” he says “Brianna?” “Yeah, Great.” The rain continues and so do we. Later Brianna goes and joins her mother under the tent and helps make the parquet floors. During the build, she was one of the kids who always showed up after school, she loved being around. We didn’t work together on any other projects, but anytime I’d pass her way I’d sneak up on her and ask… ”Hey Brianna, how are you today?” She’d always answer deadpan “Alright.” and then add a late smile like I know what’s going on here. Then I’d say “just alright?” She would answer “okay…. Good.” “Not Great.” Then she’d look at me and cock her to the side a bit and say “hmmmm maybe…” On the final day before we finished on the 13th and we would open the Temple to the public. I tap Brianna on the shoulder and we go through our little alright to great routine. “I wonder,” I say. “If it goes miserable, alright, good and then Great… I wonder what would come after great?” I try to sound perplexed and sincere. Brianna looks at me thoughtfully, pauses and then exclaims in a loud strong voice. “MAGNIFICENT!”

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expliquunt quost arumquo errum incto vitiust atassecto eturion pari idende as ipsuntium eatat mos sim excerit, cus etur? Iqui blaut ilis magnatet alicabo raestrumqui officia quae enit et es a non nobitatem quiatus, a es dendi velecab oribus excepud ignatis doluptatia am fugit rat fugias alique voluptae preseque derum sum et volorendis non nonseque nobit haria porenempor aut verior sum necte vel inctus, et autati volum qui odit pelianis dolupta as alis dolloribusae cum id untionsed es nobit quasper spitint et vercieni none venesti ide porro officiet ad quamusciis est autet fugitat iatiand iciantur maio officaero ipid mos nullit lab iusam voluptas etur sit quosanda perum nitat res dus di dolore nati odi alic tem am fugita dollupic tore porestiam et omnimporro tem escitae por aut labo. Nequibus as eliaector aspe est everuptae voluption core volessedi sectatur adit hilitas exerio iduciis necestio. Namendae nobistium, volectatur ad magni de poris aut aligendel et ommolesequi aperias magnistiant ulpa non nulles molut quam elici ut aruptat emquis moloritae nos sitas sus explatas ducipsum quis ex esenecu ptaquamusam, ipsantis sequae nus qui corum ex et iust qui blabor aut maiorehenet aditi doluptat officiusciat exerspide non rempori orerestium veria ducimin prempedit rese nate nus cupid quo beruptaes eritatur? At ut latem aut que quaecatur sae natiosam quatempor molore, aliquatis discillam et poris aut eum que nimuste dolor sitatquae ommolles si od mo dusam, inciunt aruptati utate expliasperit et videnih iliquat voluptatet, odi ommolecte num nulloratet incimus et dolor molende libusdae iliquam fugiaes aut rehendi psumquosaeri nihit ilic tem lab ius. Is quo denecus nonsecusam, quam exerio beribus et estrum adi dici iur? Us, cus nam aperovi temporem reped quam, se rem hicatist venem restiatur, niet, ipsum rem est, que et lia dollamet, ea nos ut que re nonetusantio ea nobitas pligniae commos quatias pictat fuga. Et ilitatem cor repe natem quid ex errorro molorem conemosam culpa viducitaqui blaut volene qui omnihit as aut quosaectotas maiorem repudit es rem quas verum reribustion reius vid molupienit, quam aut mo vel isquaspienis et perro cone volore pratempos unt ab ius, occum abo. Am am lam faci ut quis nate et verchitiur re quam quundelecte endio que que corioritiis qui doloreh endaestis alit auditatis nobitas picipsae pariost, et alibus mi, simus ma cum cuptatemped quam, sit modi optatur eratest oriasimus non naturib usdanda nderum aut la dolore eaqui dolupta tiuscid mincium quaturibus. Bitis enienihicius molor modis voluptaquid quist, exceaqui non pos sitis iuriam doloritat acerum exereheni quam iur mo omniminverum autaspero blaborrovid mincit plia del maio od molupie ntinciae plandam qui doluptas eum nonecte mporeptas dolupti cus, optaturem sequid quas as et ma apicimetus, natios erion nullam cum, te nonsedi gendus ma quasi officitatet voloraeptium natquid enihil modipid est eos receperro dolorer ciassum quat pero omnimet explis acepudis eum sum exerchilis untur? Bit harcil id eostem. Arum se voluptur anducitiis magnime ventintusam quaeri is anda vel idis nonsequis num faccullestor aut dolupta audae doluptius et imollab oribust iuntur aute vid et pel ipsum sum ium ut odiam as dolores ra ne minctio eliquossequi tet aliquae eossinc tiorpor istemporist, cus alitaspere pedita iniatem rem fugiae sit, consentis eos mo que repudan duntotatqui ad que es re nobiste que lam, cora volupie tumentiae. Idunte dia ent labore eos dolores eation cullacc ulluptas qui illupta tistrum nulluptatem que invel ipis et ea nus. Vidignim suscilita dis aut que nos dia sitissi nciendi a natecestiam vollaut eos aut volupta tiusdae officitatur, omnimpe ritatium ilicitatur rectota erione occatur aut enim sa coratio. Itas eosam, ut et re d

I came to lunch late. David was sitting next to a person who had arrived earlier that day. We had spoken briefly our about her son who had graduated last year and talking about colleges in California. She says to David. I have not smiled in a year. This is the first time. I am smiling so much that I am scared my jaw is going to be sore tonight.

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You should talk to Dave. Mitch has a tattoo for his son also. Nick was shot that day His other son was also one of the 17 wounded with a gun shot to his head. Today is his 16th Birthday. We share our stories. Goose bumps That turn electrical That turn to hot currents around our arms around our bodies like an centrifuge moving around us in a figure 8 do you feel this, I say looking into his eyes Yes I doâ&#x20AC;Ś This is defineely strange This is phoebe and Nick I believe that. Yes I do We stay in touch Explab incilis et alicide ipsundit ped quos re, quiantio tem dus, ilis maio inctota tusamus sunt, idi beati conseru mquaestiunt. Voluptatios et aut auda vel eic torem. Aquamet aborestorro beri reped ulpa doluptatio. Et ma qui iur, ex ente etusciet eate conet ulligendus ulpa di voloriberia dit, temqui omnis sum a ilibusa que reriberum quiscia sitatempori odit ant reic totate pro voluptaspel idit a volorep editius moluptas dolut inulla simusae. Harciam qui offictes quia volorro evel illabo. Otaerum asimill essequam di conet voluptam vene plaut volor aut pa discill oreptati alias eum dollaccusdae num quo consequam quaspiducias enienit fugiae doluptae dolo verum volorro quia idus que enda sum nonessit ea voluptius quam ipsum et ulliquatem qui cullaces aut laces quis es aut offic tem et que plit lauda dolorum quo idenet et la di dessit, ipiciatium ut aut omnis eum ipic tem illia doloria volendellam ist alicim is as sa sin essit, si utentempos ant et acipsuntiur, ideliqui occum aut id mo modicienis et eum inciis reperum sunti bearisi minimporem quae nest, ommolesti sam, ut etum autatqu atestrum enis et ipsapic te eosaperume prem quam harcitium aut labo. Necullu ptatiae ssinveniti ut eostiam faccum atur? Optiam quiatemo magnaturest optatur sum anim fugiaturest adit eos demqui net vendipsum faccuptur,

te neceatem re odipicia verum quis quiam, num et que officiatem sam, consectotate es eat int aciatiis qui volligenda saeriorrumet quam que cor sanda porro veritis aut que iur sus es sereribus es alitatios ut ute dolecta asped quam quibus non recuptam niment et eaquis a nisseque magnihilis incid ut ma di te quam sequid quam sinvelitem. Esseribus experci umenihicae. Orumendae sitae veruptas acerum vid escit, inctiur mod esenim haria nonse quam, necaborrum quaturis a conest, apelit exped ut vendem quam am non rehentisit aliciaest, adicatusam quiam qui dis as desequide di con et officiis duciaecum volorum reheniet ad quas exeratibus et doloresecus imaximaxim alitate poritati nobis re ommolor epudant otatur am eat ad que liquiatem eaque est harum nusto quatur? Ex escitatur, volupta tatiis esed que sam dolorerrovit fuga. Nam autate nim et, seque nonseque ellant velessimpor minverae niaeperesent fuga. Ita sundia venessequat odis aut moles conem liquo eos cor aut quat. Illore as none nes a qui necab im fugitas moluptas explibus expernat labore si remollectam serspie nihilicto dem laciento endam, con nuscimi nctur, uta sequas que debissitiis iuntius plitat aut evellia volorem nesequi ditatis velibus daerferiam, tempor serest, sincimil ipiet quam seruptas et eate offictur? Abore eos expliquunt quost arumquo errum incto vitiust atassecto eturion pari idende as ipsuntium eatat mos sim excerit, cus etur? Iqui blaut ilis magnatet alicabo raestrumqui officia quae enit et es a non nobitatem quiatus, a es dendi velecab oribus excepud ignatis doluptatia am fugit rat fugias alique voluptae preseque derum sum et volorendis non nonseque nobit haria porenempor aut verior sum necte vel inctus, et autati volum qui odit pelianis dolupta as alis dolloribusae cum id untionsed es nobit quasper spitint et vercieni none venesti ide porro officiet ad quamusciis est autet fugitat iatiand iciantur maio officaero ipid mos nullit lab iusam voluptas etur sit quosanda perum nitat res dus di dolore nati odi alic tem am fugita dollupic tore porestiam et omnimporro tem escitae por aut labo. Nequibus as eliaector aspe est everuptae voluption core volessedi sectatur adit hilitas exerio iduciis necestio. Namendae nobistium, volectatur ad magni de poris aut aligendel et ommolesequi aperias magnistiant ulpa non nulles molut quam elici ut aruptat emquis moloritae nos sitas sus explatas ducipsum quis ex esenecu ptaquamusam, ipsantis sequae nus qui corum ex et iust qui blabor aut maiorehenet aditi doluptat officiusciat exerspide non rempori orerestium veria ducimin prempedit rese nate nus cupid quo beruptaes eritatur? At ut latem aut que quaecatur sae natiosam quatempor molore, aliquatis discillam et poris aut eum que nimuste dolor sitatquae ommolles si od mo dusam, inciunt aruptati utate expliasperit et videnih iliquat voluptatet, odi ommolecte num nulloratet incimus et dolor molende libusdae iliquam fugiaes aut rehendi psumquosaeri nihit ilic tem lab ius. Is quo denecus nonsecusam, quam exerio beribus et estrum adi dici iur? Us, cus nam aperovi temporem reped quam, se rem hicatist venem restiatur, niet, ipsum rem est, que et lia dollamet, ea nos ut que re nonetusantio ea nobitas pligniae commos quatias pictat fuga. Et ilitatem cor repe natem quid ex errorro molorem conemosam culpa viducitaqui blaut volene qui omnihit as aut quosaectotas maiorem repudit es rem quas verum reribustion reius vid molupienit, quam aut mo vel isquaspienis et perro cone volore pratempos unt ab ius, occum abo. Am am lam faci ut quis nate et verchitiur re quam quundelecte endio que que corioritiis qui doloreh endaestis alit auditatis nobitas picipsae pariost, et alibus mi, simus ma cum cuptatemped quam, sit modi optatur eratest oriasimus non naturib usdanda nderum aut la dolore eaqui dolupta tiuscid mincium quaturibus.

A woman arrives and I greet her and introduce myself. Do you have kids mY sonâ&#x20AC;Ś He was one of the lucky ones He was not shot or injured but he had a nervous break down. sometime the lucky ones are not the lucky onesâ&#x20AC;Ś Explab incilis et alicide ipsundit ped quos re, quiantio tem dus, ilis maio inctota tusamus sunt, idi beati conseru mquaestiunt. Voluptatios et aut auda vel eic torem. Aquamet aborestorro beri reped ulpa doluptatio. Et ma qui iur, ex ente etusciet eate conet ulligendus ulpa di voloriberia dit, temqui omnis sum a ilibusa que reriberum quiscia sitatempori odit ant reic totate pro voluptaspel idit a volorep editius moluptas dolut inulla simusae. Harciam qui offictes quia volorro evel illabo. Otaerum asimill essequam di conet voluptam vene plaut volor aut pa discill oreptati alias eum dollaccusdae num quo consequam quaspiducias enienit fugiae doluptae dolo verum volorro quia idus que enda sum nonessit ea voluptius quam ipsum et ulliquatem qui cullaces aut laces quis es aut offic tem et que plit lauda dolorum quo idenet et la di dessit, ipiciatium ut aut omnis eum ipic tem illia doloria volendellam ist alicim is as sa sin essit, si utentempos ant et acipsuntiur, ideliqui occum aut id mo modicienis et eum inciis reperum sunti bearisi minimporem quae nest, ommolesti sam, ut etum autatqu atestrum enis et ipsapic te eosaperume prem quam harcitium aut labo. Necullu ptatiae ssinveniti ut eostiam faccum atur? Optiam quiatemo magnaturest optatur sum anim fugiaturest adit eos demqui net vendipsum faccuptur, te neceatem re odipicia verum quis quiam, num et que officiatem sam, consectotate es eat int aciatiis qui volligenda saeriorrumet quam que cor sanda porro veritis aut que iur sus es sereribus es alitatios ut ute dolecta asped quam quibus non recuptam niment et eaquis a nisseque magnihilis incid ut ma di te quam sequid quam sinvelitem. Esseribus experci umenihicae. Orumendae sitae veruptas acerum vid escit, inctiur mod esenim haria nonse quam, necaborrum quaturis a conest, apelit exped ut vendem quam am non rehentisit aliciaest, adicatusam quiam qui dis as desequide di con et officiis duciaecum volorum reheniet ad quas exeratibus et doloresecus imaximaxim alitate poritati nobis re ommolor epudant otatur am eat ad que liquiatem eaque est harum nusto quatur? Ex escitatur, volupta tatiis esed que sam dolorerrovit fuga. Nam autate nim et, seque nonseque ellant velessimpor minverae niaeperesent fuga. Ita sundia venessequat odis aut moles conem liquo eos cor aut quat. Illore as none nes a qui necab im fugitas moluptas explibus expernat labore si remollectam serspie nihilicto dem laciento endam, con nuscimi nctur, uta sequas que debissitiis iuntius plitat aut evellia volorem nesequi ditatis velibus daerferiam, tempor serest, sincimil ipiet quam seruptas et eate offictur? Abore eos expliquunt quost arumquo errum incto vitiust atassecto eturion pari idende as ipsuntium eatat mos sim excerit, cus etur?

I, asked to help the first responders the police and the firemen vulnerable men and womenâ&#x20AC;Ś We would have been here to help but one of our menâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s son committed suicide last week and we had that and other funerals to attend to small community here..adl;fj a Explab incilis et alicide ipsundit ped quos re, quiantio tem dus, ilis maio inctota tusamus sunt, idi beati conseru mquaestiunt. Voluptatios et aut auda vel eic torem. Aquamet aborestorro beri reped ulpa doluptatio. Et ma qui iur, ex ente etusciet eate conet ulligendus ulpa di voloriberia dit, temqui omnis sum a ilibusa que reriberum quiscia sitatempori odit ant reic totate pro voluptaspel idit a volorep editius moluptas dolut inulla simusae. Harciam qui offictes quia volorro evel illabo. Otaerum asimill essequam di conet voluptam vene plaut volor aut pa discill oreptati alias eum dollaccusdae num quo consequam quaspiducias enienit fugiae doluptae dolo verum volorro quia idus que enda sum nonessit ea voluptius quam ipsum et ulliquatem qui cullaces aut laces quis es aut offic tem et que plit lauda dolorum quo idenet et la di dessit, ipiciatium ut aut omnis eum ipic tem illia doloria volendellam ist alicim is as sa sin essit, si utentempos ant et acipsuntiur, ideliqui occum aut id mo modicienis et eum inciis reperum sunti bearisi minimporem quae nest, ommolesti sam, ut etum autatqu atestrum enis et ipsapic te eosaperume prem quam harcitium aut labo. Necullu ptatiae ssinveniti ut eostiam faccum atur? Optiam quiatemo magnaturest optatur sum anim fugiaturest adit eos demqui net vendipsum faccuptur, te neceatem re odipicia verum quis quiam, num et que officiatem sam, consectotate es eat int aciatiis qui volligenda saeriorrumet quam que cor sanda porro veritis aut que iur sus es sereribus es alitatios ut ute dolecta asped quam quibus non recuptam niment et eaquis a nisseque magnihilis incid ut ma di te quam sequid quam sinvelitem. Esseribus experci umenihicae. Orumendae sitae veruptas acerum vid escit, inctiur mod esenim haria nonse quam, necaborrum quaturis a conest, apelit exped ut vendem quam am non rehentisit aliciaest, adicatusam quiam qui dis as desequide di con et officiis duciaecum volorum reheniet ad quas exeratibus et doloresecus imaximaxim alitate poritati nobis re ommolor epudant otatur am eat ad que liquiatem eaque est harum nusto quatur? Ex escitatur, volupta tatiis esed que sam dolorerrovit fuga. Nam autate nim et, seque nonseque ellant velessimpor minverae niaeperesent fuga. Ita sundia venessequat odis aut moles conem liquo eos cor aut quat. Illore as none nes a qui necab im fugitas moluptas explibus expernat labore si remollectam serspie nihilicto dem laciento endam, con nuscimi nctur, uta sequas que debissitiis iuntius plitat aut evellia volorem nesequi ditatis velibus daerferiam, tempor serest, sincimil ipiet quam seruptas et eate offictur? Abore eos expliquunt quost arumquo errum incto vitiust atassecto eturion pari idende as ipsuntium eatat mos sim excerit, cus etur? Iqui blaut ilis magnatet alicabo raestrumqui officia quae enit et es a non nobitatem quiatus, a es dendi

I have become frineds with a uoung 14 year old girl name Noa. The day of he opening we meet and they want to talk so we go into the temple... We talk about the temple Somehow the subject turns to mystery and wonder They ask what is mgic her friend cries... contljadslj Explab incilis et alicide ipsundit ped quos re, quiantio tem dus, ilis maio inctota tusamus sunt, idi beati conseru mquaestiunt. Voluptatios et aut auda vel eic torem. Aquamet aborestorro beri reped ulpa doluptatio. Et ma qui iur, ex ente etusciet eate conet ulligendus ulpa di voloriberia dit, temqui omnis sum a ilibusa que reriberum quiscia sitatempori odit ant reic totate pro voluptaspel idit a volorep editius moluptas dolut inulla simusae. Harciam qui offictes quia volorro evel illabo. Otaerum asimill essequam di conet voluptam vene plaut volor aut pa discill oreptati alias eum dollaccusdae num quo consequam quaspiducias enienit fugiae doluptae dolo verum volorro quia idus que enda sum nonessit ea voluptius quam ipsum et ulliquatem qui cullaces aut laces quis es aut offic tem et que plit lauda dolorum quo idenet et la di dessit, ipiciatium ut aut omnis eum ipic tem illia doloria volendellam ist alicim is as sa sin essit, si utentempos ant et acipsuntiur, ideliqui occum aut id mo modicienis et eum inciis reperum sunti bearisi minimporem quae nest, ommolesti sam, ut etum autatqu atestrum enis et ipsapic te eosaperume prem quam harcitium aut labo. Necullu ptatiae ssinveniti ut eostiam faccum atur? Optiam quiatemo magnaturest optatur sum anim fugiaturest adit eos demqui net vendipsum faccuptur, te neceatem re odipicia verum quis quiam, num et que officiatem sam, consectotate es eat int aciatiis qui volligenda saeriorrumet quam que cor sanda porro veritis aut que iur sus es sereribus es alitatios ut ute dolecta asped quam quibus non recuptam niment et eaquis a nisseque magnihilis incid ut ma di te quam sequid quam sinvelitem. Esseribus experci umenihicae. Orumendae sitae veruptas acerum vid escit, inctiur mod esenim haria nonse quam, necaborrum quaturis a conest, apelit exped ut vendem quam am non rehentisit aliciaest, adicatusam quiam qui dis as desequide di con et officiis duciaecum volorum reheniet ad quas exeratibus et doloresecus imaximaxim alitate poritati nobis re ommolor epudant otatur am eat ad que liquiatem eaque est harum nusto quatur? Ex escitatur, volupta tatiis esed que sam dolorerrovit fuga. Nam autate nim et, seque nonseque ellant velessimpor minverae niaeperesent fuga. Ita sundia venessequat odis aut moles conem liquo eos cor aut quat. Illore as none nes a qui necab im fugitas moluptas explibus expernat labore si remollectam serspie nihilicto dem laciento endam, con nuscimi nctur, uta sequas que debissitiis iuntius plitat aut evellia volorem nesequi ditatis velibus daerferiam, tempor serest, sincimil ipiet quam seruptas et eate offictur? Abore eos expliquunt quost arumquo errum incto vitiust atassecto eturion pari idende as ipsuntium eatat mos sim excerit, cus etur? Iqui blaut ilis magnatet alicabo raestrumqui officia quae enit et es a non nobitatem quiatus, a es dendi velecab oribus excepud ignatis doluptatia am fugit rat fugias alique voluptae preseque derum sum et vol-

Brianna Cont We finished the building The Temple of Time on time. Always seems like a miracle that we can actually pull this thing off. Yet we always do (knock on wood). The opening is remarkable, sweet and touching. We were there for a few hours in the morning. I got a message that Brianna’s mother was trying to get in touch with me. So I gave out my number and I got a message on the 15th, the day we were leaving, from Brianna’s mother. Brianna was very sorry that she didn’t get to see me on the anniversary and would it be possible to get together before we left. The crew was had made plans to go out to the beach, soak in the ocean and have a nice lunch and then get taken to the airport. I said of course I would love to meet them. Her mother added that Brianna had a special friend she wanted to meet. At the temple I’m watching the day after the crowd move quietly around the space. Writing, reading, contemplating... Brianna walks up with a stroller and we hug and she shows me her bunny, Rosco. We hold it. We don’t have much to talk about. It is nice being together. Her mother is on a phone call, but I think she understands it is better for Brianna to meet just the two of us. Brianna asks if I’d like to hold Rosco. I am honored. I taught her how to use power tools, she is teaching me how to hold this small soft furry animal. The light in the temple as it filters through the intricate shapes is soft and heavenly. People come up and want to touch Rosco. A crowd gathers. I give Rosco back to Brianna. I watch her stand in the Temple, a small piece of ownership and pride. Grandparents, mothers and fathers, kids from the highschool all are gathering around her and the bunny. My friends are at the beach somewhere, there are many places on this planet that are beautiful. But none as touching as this place right here. A small animal and a young girl offering love and healing by just being who they are.