Old woman walks by with a sack over her shoulder. Unslings and slings it as she gathers dung from the field. No shoes. This dung will be her cooking fuel.
Sometimes I think I have little.
Someone always has less.
Old woman walks by with a sack over her shoulder. Unslings and slings it as she gathers dung from the field. No shoes. This dung will be her cooking fuel.
Sometimes I think I have little.
Someone always has less.