muddy boots by the door, grass and scraps of homemade play-dough everywhere I step
students and neighbors borrowing movies--political thrillers next door, Freaky Friday and Enchanted for the guys...again
pajama pants and socks for us all, though I'm swimming in Matt's and Lily's sporting Sofie's as capris
twenty students scurrying from the dorm to the cafeteria and back again, too cold and wet to return to cold and wet homes, staying for the weekend
reports from town of wiped out houses, mud slides burying the living, of garbage floating through the living room, of sewage streaming the streets
it comes every year, but it always seems to catch us off
it's the rainy season in Haiti once more
Friday morning, before an additional 20 hours of rain
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