The smell. Our dirty clothes lay in piles on our back deck because they smell so bad from working in the hot and humid sun in the Dominican Republic. Stained with dirt, sweat and the salt of our bodies, these clothes remind me of what we left behind. The dirt that a mother and her three children sleep on, without a roof to cover their head. The salt of our tears. The… Read More
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Dominican Republic Missions trip
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