Each morning this lady comes and sweeps the path at the front of the school. She uses a broom that she has made herself with the veins of the leaves of the palm trees. She does this before she attempts to sit with sad and pack it into the gaps of the bricks in the paving. We are oh so blessed at home. Never shall I complain about sweeping with my huge scissor broom.
When I got up on Saturday morning and looked out my bedroom window I saw this sad looking building across the road, which Megan informed me was a primary school. Didn't look much of a school to me but I was sweetly surprised come Monday. This morning I sat and took over 100 photos.
This dreary old school above,
is transformed with the help from these glorious faces below.
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