January 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

Tea cups clutter the walls of their homes as they labour in the fields on end. The history of a land is difficult to forget, but when each meal is a blessing, the present and the rumble of a frustrated mind and stomach are as far reaching as the cries of a neglected child.

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