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Child Poverty

Child Poverty “I wish I wave will come take me out to the sea, and I wish I were a mermaid with a rock of my own. The girl of twelve smiled as not quite believing her dream. From the favela in Rio, not much going or her, a petty thief or a prostitute, her choices are few Let her dream of a rock and hope it becomes true one day soon.

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Kathryn Collins

Date: 5/3/2013 7:54:00 AM

Dear Jan - What a tender disguise you've given this dreadful reality. I didn't know the word/place favela and googled it. The photos are devastating. I know the words are empty and many say they have answers, but why does the world have to be so? I need to count my blessings and be grateful more. Yes, I have a wicked humor; you should know what I hold back. Gallows humor for the galley of the ancient mariner.

Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 5/3/2013 1:17:00 PM

thank you Kathy