Eyes closed and hands together in prayer we bow our heads to the ground. A sordid reek coming from a weak, fragmented financial system pricks our nostrils and trickles tears from our eyes. Horrid images of children with no childhood flashes before our eyes, no tangible relief in sight. They may have played golf on …
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