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Day 4- 100 Shoes, 25 Baskets, and some House Calls

Before the crack of dawn, Elizabeth’s mother gets up to shower and open the corner store. The rooster insists that we all rise, so by 5:30am I’m dressed and ready to go. Nicaraguan coffee is made too sweet for my … Continue reading

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