Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
Giancarlo Ciccia, RIP
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Of your charity, please pray for the repose of a friend, Mr Giancarlo
Ciccia, who passed away in Rome earlier today as the result of a long-term
illness. F...
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