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  • The piranha that day was a first.

    Caught by natured hands, prepared by the bank and roasted on the embers of drift wood.

    With a smudge of pepper sauce it was a feast for a withered stomach.

    I was lunch too. My torso a feast for the locals.

    I'd lost all care after the numerous nights of fresh bites.

    The river providing all sources of nutrition for the village, a place that held me, a place that baptised away my past.

    I had sat here for the best part of the day and found this sight, this picture.

    This snap shot of normality.

    Every character busy. Each child doing what they do best.

    Brothers and Sisters spending the day with the white boy with the box.

    Each child with there personality on display.

    The youngest watching in anticipation of what they will do next.

    The boys splashing in the simplest of life's pleasures.

    My heart is in this picture.

    This picture changed my heart.
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