D3 (15 years old) is an open and loving person. She sees the good in all, despite the visible and clearly notable faults and flaws. She is quick to give the benefit of the doubt to those who most would judge and render questionable. D3's arms are open and she is ready and willing to love all no matter their color, beliefs, or any other trait which others may find disagreeable.
So, it came as no surprise as she and a friend happily explored an old dark church in a nearby, quaint and sleepy, little downtown area.
Me: I've never been in the church. What did you find?
D3: Inside was a really organic store.
Me: What do you mean organic? They sell organic foods or items?
D3: Lots of foods. And granolas...
D3: Yeah, raw oat granolas and they even have hemp granola.
Me: Ha! Are you serious?
D3: Totally! And you know what? Everyone knew everyone by name in that store!
Me: What made you go in there?
D3: Well, it's an old church covered with rainbow stain glass windows. We thought it was a gay-pride church. We wanted to check it out!
Yup. That's my hippie chick in Abercrombie and Fitch.
Make love, not war.