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[Breakfast]
Оглавлениеshe starts the day listening to the
news in the tiny kitchen of a two
room apartment, the motions of
her hand stirring Oatmeal her kids
will eat for breakfast before walking a
long way to school in the company
of the morning wind. without thinking
about her misery she manages to say a
little pray to the Mother of Peace to
request mercy for the ladies on the
block who look into the faces of their
children every day hoping they will know
years of perfect life. when you look deeply
into her eyes you will find in them something
no one on the block can completely give, a thing
in her that never fades, an ancient presence like
the stones on the empty lot about to speak, the
clouds crowning school children’s heads, or Angel’s
come to earth for play—the simple miracle of love.
