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  • It was easy to capture her smile. She smiled all the time and giggled and told funny stories that I struggled to keep up with, suffering with my very novice East European language skills. We ran through the unpaved streets of this tiny impoverished village situated on the far side of a giant impoverished country. She didn’t know the comfort of people living over the west border of her land. She only knew how to smile and find joy. I found it incomprehensible then, truly, and I understand it even less in the 20 years since this photo was taken. You see, she lost her mother tragically in a car accident three weeks before this photo was snapped. I wonder where she is today. And wherever she is now, does she still smile?
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