Chaos in California

Some folks are family because this thing called DNA connects you. Its beyond your control. It just… is.
Others are family because some unspoken, indescribable “thing” connects you. It, too, is beyond your control. It just… is. These folks are members of the last group. We met while sweating bullets together for nearly two years doing volunteer construction and a bond was formed that can never be broken. They really do “Get My Weird” and I wouldn’t trade them for the world!

 & Beautiful Faces
Beautiful Faces…
Beautiful Places...
… & Beautiful Places

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