Haiti Mission

The trade winds blow the mint-colored curtains making them dance in the sunlight over the bassinet. I wonder if Tata Islande will remember that image somewhere deep in his subconscious. It’s been five minutes, sitting in the plastic blue chair next to his bed. In the...

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