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I saw a brown boy in Mexico couldn't have been more than eight years old he was wearing jean overalls, face covered in ash using an axe to chop up the wood of his burned down home helping his father make room to build anew we said we're giving away clothes can you take us to the center of this shantytown he said sorry no, I have to work so his smiling little sister waved to her mom and said cheerfully, I can give you directions as she sat next to Sister Jodi in the van and led the brigade I looked out the back window and saw that little man still focused, chopping.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
We Invented Childhood
I saw a brown boy in Mexico couldn't have been more than eight years old he was wearing jean overalls, face covered in ash using an axe to chop up the wood of his burned down home helping his father make room to build anew we said we're giving away clothes can you take us to the center of this shantytown he said sorry no, I have to work so his smiling little sister waved to her mom and said cheerfully, I can give you directions as she sat next to Sister Jodi in the van and led the brigade I looked out the back window and saw that little man still focused, chopping.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
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