i went to a place called africa.
in africa, a place called uganda.
in uganda, a place called, gulu.
in gulu, a refuge place for the precious children of war.......
the village of hope.
and hope was truly being lived there......
experienced a lot.
eyes were opened.
tears were shed.
arms were hugging.
mouths were laughing and singing.
hearts were filled.
time is still processing this 10 day journey filled with beauty in all aspects beauty can be lived....
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