A flimsy fence stands between me and a the rural village
Yellow and white cheerful looking houses
welcoming warm breakfast smells
One imagines smiles and waves
Two children ride their bikes
One of them in his red and yellow suit
the faint attempt at a smile
they pass the cattle crush
There are no paved paths for their bikes
and the main road is just a stoney vein
One of them will leave this place
This small town
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