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Nov 2023
From one gut wrenching moment to the next you breathe, you breathe, you breathe
and listen–to the bird’s song and water trickling until the leaves become leaves and you become you, again
Modern day genocide where thousands  of children are being killed. To who do we refer to when  we say we will leave this earth better for the children . Who do we say are our children if not all of them. I know I didn’t choose to be born where I was born. To speak languages I speak, I simply opened my eyes and there I was.

What fault do young children have to be treated with such cruelty. I could have been born anywhere, been of any race and of any religion.
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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