A common view from the rooftop room at Amrit's orphanage... The children running criss-cross his room, playing and singing songs, rejoicing life in the company of a loving father they were once deprived of.
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Always happy to see their smily faces... By your photos, I have the impression to be still in Kathmandu... Thanks a lot bay
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Always happy to see their smily faces... By your photos, I have the impression to be still in Kathmandu... Thanks a lot bay
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