You see so much on these cross-cultural trips. I'm thinking about that as my friend, Marcia, sends pictures back from S.E. Asia, where she is multiplying over and over what she learned in my art studio.I was remembering something I saw on one of my own trips.
The orphanage was filled with throw away children. I will never forget the small boy, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, with two tears running down his cheek. I felt so helpless standing beside him. My friend said, "Their little bodies are like prisons."
Silent Tears Silent Suffering m.malwitz
It's too awful.
ReplyDeleteMy friend thought he probably did not live.
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