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  • The children were carrying heavy pots of milk on their shoulders.They were so little with amazing intense eyes.They posed for the picture with serious faces.Not a little smile made her way to their lips so tight.Their faces were stern, but It was a maturity out of place in their look.They seemed to be grown ups inside children's bodies.They seemed to know more than a child should know .I felt I was in front of a strange phenomenon ,but I ignored it and I captured with my camera a precious moment in time that deserved to be immortalized.I wondered many times If they ever did have an opportunity to develop their talents and gifts.I wonder If the years will pass and they still will be carrying milk.I see our children walking in different paths,different choices, and learning and knowing every day a little more.These, were students of the school of life and maybe that was a much better school.
    I left with a heavy heart.They were so new in this life and at the same time so old.

    Photo by Cecilia
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