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Empty Bowls
I came, hoping to help, wanting to know the world's secrets, and left unknowing, my heart opened and softened, warmed with bread and soup, the hollow of an empty bowl holding a perfect chord, a measured intention against hunger. Thrown, molded, carried back to the world. An empty bowl, waiting to be filled. As a counterpoint to the excesses of the Naples Winter Wine Festival there is the Empty Bowls Project. Local artists and citizens create hand-made ceramic bowls and for a $10.00 donation you get a bowl filled with soup, and an afternoon of music and camarederie. All proceeds go to the Harry Chapin FoodBank. http://www.emptybowls.net
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