Two chairs and two cares.
When we sat down to talk, we were smiling and ready to receive, create, resolve and solve.
The light was purple along a hazy horizon.
Art sprang from trees like spaghetti from a pasta chef.
We met for the first time ten years before this moment.
So friends were made, and friends we were and still are.
Pasta and art are a good mix. Add your own.
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