The mood reminds one of the wanly flickering orange glow of the kerosene lamps that Haiti’s market women use to light their wares late into the night: Haiti persevering ever onward as long as a flicker of hope remains.
The mood reminds one of the wanly flickering orange glow of the kerosene lamps that Haiti’s market women use to light their wares late into the night: Haiti persevering ever onward as long as a flicker of hope remains.