“We’ve learned to fly the air like birds,
we’ve learned to swim the seas like fish, yet we haven’t learned to walk the
Earth as brothers and sisters.”
- Martin Luther King
It was dark when they
arrived. The only light in these rolling hills, covered in seas of sugar cane,
came from this lone house. The dogs announced this strange presence, but not in
a welcoming way.
A ragtag bunch stood
before a small gate. Tired. Weary from a long day. Unsure. Looking for a place
to stay.
