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Search Results for: label/Guatemala what I can’t get out my head these days… It’s walking through the department store that I know I haven’t completely forgotten. But I’m petrified I might. It’s walking past the aisle of towels and dishcloths and tablecloths, looking for those girls of ours who have gone looking for leotards. And it was the yellow... Thirty one days I have been home now. It’s walking through Walmart that I know I haven’t forgot. That I am petrified I might. It’s walking past the aisle of towels and dishcloths and tablecloths, looking for those girls of ours who had gone looking for leotards, for those scratchy things you need when the...  He points a finger at me, shakes it like a wand, like a prayer, like shaking me awake. “I need to talk with you.” Gordon’s on his tiptoes, looking for me through the lunch crowd, punctuating each word high in the air with his left pointer finger. “I’ve got a question for you.” He’s stabbing...  And you have. You saw with me. And when you saw …. You couldn’t just walk by on the far side of the road You had to reach out and tend the wounds of a child struck down with poverty… changing a whole world of one little person who prays dreams. Thank-you. Thank you, thank...  |
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(a quiet tweeter)
