Oaxaca Street Children
May 20th 2007 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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Kim Shanta
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jodi was my mother
is there any way I can get a copy of this picture? Please send info to my friend Joyces email listed above