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Last night I woke up to the light of 1000 dead children from other places where faces have forgotten how to smile in ***** white shirts and smudged skirts holding up lanterns like lost miners looking for answers in a dark hole.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Lanterns of the lost miners
Last night I woke up to the light of 1000 dead children from other places where faces have forgotten how to smile in ***** white shirts and smudged skirts holding up lanterns like lost miners looking for answers in a dark hole.
You know the world is a sad place when the Pope Instagrams a request for our prayers. @franciscus
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
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