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0. beginning

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Flowing through the colors of the world, there is a river that all will follow. It is there to guide us, to take us down roads steep and easy, to lift our faces to the heavens, and to teach us that there are moments when we must look down to the earth and the hands of our brothers. It deepens our eyes and hearts to know what we were never told, and to live what was born to be. So we will walk until the day our river meets its far horizon.

This is a story of the people that followed the times of the river, and of a love that grew with its seasons.

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I will remember Justin Kellis Aguilar (1985-2004), the beautiful boy who faded from our lives one fateful night of October.

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