Walks with Beauty — Family
Charlie's thoughts and blog.
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I first met Charlie about eight years ago. Reading his works and spending more time with him over the years one certainly comes to appreciate and value his gentle and inviting nature. But when I first met Charlie, I was so nervous. You see, at that point I didn't know who Charlie was, I had not yet heard his poems, I didn't know about five decades of love he sent trickling through humanity. Knowing those things might have put me over the top. But in the beginning it was simple: I liked a girl, and Charlie was her father.
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