something is shifting. the mask is off the face of power. a little sanctuary appears. another little sanctuary is made. a seat carved by hand, symbols warm to the touch where a man was lately killed sitting with a companion. everyone in the community where harm is still done, come here touch this hold the warm bird carry the warm eggs in your nest-like mind around the neighborhood. please enjoy your sanctuary. you see it. now you made it. 

post dat. i wrote christine perri the sculptor.
i've watched the little park transform from a dangerous site to a sanctuary and your benches are a culmination of the process. thank you.