They are a window into a place of beauty, of tenderness, of sweetness and light. They are the songs of the world before the world has gone crazy. They are resilence and strength mixed with innocence and blind faith.
They are close to Heaven. They still hear the whispers of angels.
These children gave me a gift. In a foreign land, they opened the windows of themselves, so that I might see - beauty at its truest. In the countryside of Russia, in a small orphanage, abandoned by their parents, they showed pure generosity and random kindness. These were part of their nature, part of their cores, their souls. They were generous and kind without effort or pretense.
They are amazing.
Peace.
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