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When the butterfly returns, the peace garden is finished.

You made us dream of peace gardens.

The road to finding my voice.

You always smile at me on my way to home affairs.

When two very different worlds meet at a wedding.

A still life.

It takes two to make music in this sanctuary for the homeless.

There is a common thread that runs through every carefully designed and fired tile. And it runs right through your heart.

When the moment is all that matters.

The night births unexpected flowers.

Reclaiming Mary of Magdalene among the rubble, the graves, and flower offerings.

The small beginning of a peace garden.

Big brother, I caught you watching me.

The game started to become rather personal.

Even a wedding has a waiting room. We come to be healed by a sincere "I do".

13 years of negotiation.

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