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Published: August 8th 2007
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I tried to eat breakfast in the Zocalo, but most meal times involves being harassed by numerous kids asking for money or selling yellow skinned rubber chicken key rings, along with beaded necklaces or various nuts in small bags. With every tiny hand on my arm I met their needy eyes and swallowed huge chunks of guilt, some were as young as three years old, I tried to look for mothers hidden behind ...
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pamela
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beautiful children
HI Claire, what a story, you should get some response, certainly from me, it hit my inner child too as I too know the inside of an orphanage, but we had courage most of the other children lacked and moved on didn't we, those children of yours do not look fat, or rude, or dangerous, as they do in the mean streets here, where they have everything they could possibly want. Well done, keep up the good work, use your energies wisely, and most of all, I send you lots of good vibes, energies, and lovexxxxx