I saw what I saw and I can't forget it
I heard what I heard and i can't go back
I know what I know and I can't deny it
something on the road, cut me to the soul...
- I Saw What I Saw, Sara Groves
What is it like?
To be a worker living on the edge of a banana plantation, huge green palm leaves, blue hanging bags full of fruit, as far as the eye can see?
To be a child living on the banks of a tropical river, sitting on the edge of the dock?
To be a fisherman living on stilts on the shore of the sea, the ebb and flow of the tide moving under your home every day?
To be a family living under a tin roof on a mountainside, wondering if the mud is going to slide?
What is it like?
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