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Some people move quietly through life, leaving only the softest of footprints. My uncle was NOT one of those people. He lived loudly, fiercely, unapologetically. His presence filled every room, every space, every heart around him.
He was an artist, not just in the way he worked with wood, paint, and earth, but in the way he shaped the world with his lau…
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