Metro bolo dodo-
I once knew a woman who went to Bolivia.
She was relating her experience when she got
to an interesting part. She was worried about
her guides black gums.
I interrupted and explained that at least you
could see the damage that his life did to him.
I explained that our modern lives, in cities and
chasing all the cash we could find meant our damage was invisible. It was internal. We had
no idea what damage our lives had done.
Her guide needed a dentist. Nothing and no one
existed to cure invisible and internal damage
we had no idea of.
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