It’s lonely here. And so
w o n d e r f u l .
It’s Handi*Camp, and the place is alive with sweetness and
the powerful transparency of need and care. This is partly why I love
Handi*Camp and praise You for the “disabled”. The disguises are stripped away
and what remains is humble and glorious. Also, they can sing and dance to
Disney. This strikes me as a prophetic freedom. It was also what made me start
to choke up, wiping out the shelves.
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