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| Being alive is like flying. |
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| Bolivian day. Bolivian love. |
Really miss these kids. Miss seeing them play. Seeing them fly. There's moments where there's a tiny hand in mine and a tiny voice squeaking in spanish where my heart just melts over and over. And I look around and there's beauty. Beauty in mountains and clouds and big brown eyes. Beauty in the forgotten and abandoned. Beauty in the orphan. And beauty because of Christ who loves and rescues and cherishes. There's beauty in pain because of Christ. And I love, love love love, this beauty that surrounds me.
~Lily
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