Where is Your Mother?

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After two hours of walking through Petra, I turned a bend on the dusty road and this beautiful little boy came into view. He was sitting all alone in the desert wearing a bright orange sweater of all things and a heavy cotton hat. Set before him was a sheet of cardboard covered in rocks for sale. My first thought was how ingenius this was, selling rocks in the desert. He had plentiful inventory, z... Read Full Entry

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