No Madonna and Child could touch
Her tenderness for a son
She soon would have to forget. . . .
The air was heavy with odours of diarrhea,
Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs
And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps
Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there
First Cut - At 3pm yesterday I turned off Hwy 97 (from Monte Lake) onto Westside Road. The rising waters that I had heard so much about after leaving Woodhaven in mi...
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