Monday, September 23, 2013

Extremely Quiet And Incredibly Close

A Day in The Life Of Street Children






Where there is darkness, there is also light. Where there is despair, there is also hope. Where there is injustice, there is also innocence.

Whose responsibility are they?


No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; 
It tolls for thee. 

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