Stuff I like, not necessarily religious OR spiritual. But don't fence me in.

Seen on the harbor beach…
Seen on the harbor beach…

Seen on the harbor beach…

The view from our room.

A boy. Circa 1924. Only spoke Polish at home, until he was thrown headlong into the Philadelphia school system. Grew up to be a paratrooper in the South Pacific, and a butcher, and a businessman, and a husband and father.

A boy.

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by Boyce