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Thursday, November 4, 2010

I MISS HONDURAS

I miss the children that always made me smile

even though I couldn't understand a word they said.

I miss fea bonita

I miss Julie

And Jesus

I miss knowing my purpose

Knowing who I was

Knowing how to be happy.

The children who made me smile

never stopped smiling

even though they've seen horrors

experienced horrors

my cultured mind cannot comprehend.

I miss understanding everything

when I understood nothing at all.

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