Bread and Living

baguette-1144979_1280There seemed to be sadness everywhere I looked in Romania. Most often it was my English that gave me away as being an American; even if I did not speak, the absence of lines in my face, soft uncracked hands, and optimistic spirit gave me away as a foreigner.  Many of the women my age looked 10 to 15 years older than me, simply because of the hard life they lived.  My new friend, Clementia, was one of them.

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