Pencils

Everywhere we went, every time the bus stopped and we got out, we were surrounded by children. Sometimes there was not a person in sight, and as soon as we stepped off the bus, they were coming towards us from different directions. The word was out the firenges come with presents. Often the request was for money, and then pen? pencil? Luckily I came prepared. I can’t remember the last time I experienced such delight over a pen or a pencil. This is my favorite capture of the result of my handouts:

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