
As a child, when my mom would drive us to church, I would see this image on the wall.
It’s still there.

As a child, when my mom would drive us to church, I would see this image on the wall.
It’s still there.

At the same time I was taking this photo, men on the street was telling her how pretty she was. She had no other choice but to smile.


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