my dear friend

He stands in the corner, it’s a place of honor, at mom’s house. We were a team, Wilson carried my supplies and equipment, I pushed. We raised my awareness and then shared it with others. Here is a picture of my dear friend from 2013.

Every time I look at Wilson, the folks that came out on the road to see us and share their feelings with us, come to mind.

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