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Tiny Feet by Gabriela Mistral

A child’s tiny feet, Blue, blue with cold, How can they see and not protect you? Oh, my God! Tiny wounded feet, Bruised all over by pebbles, Abused by snow and soil! Man, being blind, ignores that where you step, … Continue reading

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