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My feet hit the street eyes down cast on the ground trying not to be distracted by the soldier with a gun on the corner now I reacted. Turning my head in circles to the burning sky, the noises of confusing cars wrestle by. I hope I can safely cross for I was warned there is chance of a loss. While Tegucigalpa taxis fight for a ride, I patiently wait for an ebbing tide. My feet again hit the pavement, as I wonder what a flower vendor's words meant. I made it to the other side, but my time I cannot bide. For before the first bell rings, in front of a classroom I will be standing.
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
Morning Walk
My feet hit the street eyes down cast on the ground trying not to be distracted by the soldier with a gun on the corner now I reacted. Turning my head in circles to the burning sky, the noises of confusing cars wrestle by. I hope I can safely cross for I was warned there is chance of a loss. While Tegucigalpa taxis fight for a ride, I patiently wait for an ebbing tide. My feet again hit the pavement, as I wonder what a flower vendor's words meant. I made it to the other side, but my time I cannot bide. For before the first bell rings, in front of a classroom I will be standing.
Summer 2008 about Student teaching in Tegucigalpa Honduras Fall 2007
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Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
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