Thursday, February 23, 2012

We are children

Like a bird in the wind, like a tree in the storm

Like the breath of a child from the moment he’s born

To the very last day when the curtains are drawn

We are children of the world. By The BeeGees

The children from the prison in Ayacucho, Peru. Yes, they live in the prison with their mothers who are inmates. But the thing that always amazes me about kids is that they don't know any better. They think the prison - or whatever sad abode they call home - is the greatest place to live. God probably made little boys and girls that way on purpose.

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