It was a Mardi Gras Day. I was walking through the French Quarter when suddenly there was a commotion. I looked and was stunned that, on this day of joyousness, the focus of the crowd was one of the saddest sights I had ever seen. Imagine this: A woman with no legs was positioned sitting […]
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