The Wall will not be forgotten,
The Shackles will not be forgotten,
The Immigrants will not be forgotten,
The Helicopters will not be forgotten.
However, today I found the Hope. We are the hope. We are the ones who wake up at 5:00 am to walk the desert looking for Holy Trash. We are the ones who have the ability to change the way things are. This may be the simplistic part about this trip. That we can help--in any way and for however long.
Clara
P.S. Natasha-- you would be proud, I channeled my inner Natasha during my wrestling match. Love you mucho!
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One would think, by references to wrestling, that we here have a profound misunderstanding of the teachings of Jesus Christ. However, it is less wrestling, more performance art. And Jesus may have put on a good head lock a time or two.
Lee, down the hall and not watching it.
Oh my, I can't believe that has continued!
Also, I really like all of your posts, thanks for keeping us updated
Love love!
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