I know the blue tarps of the clinic have been replaced by a building with the necessities but I hope to see some familiar faces when I arrive. The patients we see are still finding their homes made of tarps and tents. Its been a year. The tennis shoes I wear when I'm there still smell faintly of Haiti, if I shake them a little Haitian dirt still comes out. And everyone I met is still in my thoughts.
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