This morning my parents and I went out for breakfast. It's good to be back, but it does feel strange. I still imagine people walking the streets of Fond-des-Blancs, carrying water on their heads. My mind can't really wrap itself around the idea that things are still the same and circumstances over there will be the same for a while.
I hope to treasure up these memories and ponder them in my heart. Over time, I'm sure this experience will reveal itself in new ways.
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