Washing Feet and Healing Eyes
Walking up to her house, I feel a weight of sadness and despair lingering over her home. Her name is Emilia. Her adult son, Manuel, sits at the opening that served as a “door” to their home, staring blankly out…
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Walking up to her house, I feel a weight of sadness and despair lingering over her home. Her name is Emilia. Her adult son, Manuel, sits at the opening that served as a “door” to their home, staring blankly out…