"There was one sound we did not hear while traveling in Bolivia last month. We did not hear it for two weeks--not until we returned to the U.S. and got off the plane in Miami. It was the sound of a petulant child, whining and crying in anger."
"It seemed everyone had a guitar. Singing to each other was a way of building friendships and providing entertainment."
To God be all glory.
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