my last day in my village

The last time I was able to go out to the village near my home to visit many old friends, I made sure to document it.

One of my friends had just recovered from a very difficult premature birth.

the new baby

the children climbed all over us as we tried to talk

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telling us cute and bizarre thingsIMG_0734

the boys next door, their cousins, played with tires, rolling them around the yard.IMG_0754

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while the older brother did the dishes, waiting for their mother to come home.IMG_0761

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