Among the elements, church walls, dimming sun, wind blown shurbs, softening rain........Accompanied by colorful music and smacking feet: people dance through the city streets and honor their faith, their solidarity, their love for what a roboso wrapped baby or a song or a cross represents. In the light of christ and god alike: both nurshed by mother's milk. In the peace of calm-identity and within the force of unity, life is honored with a pagan cross.
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