There are screams of pain. An icy mist surrounds the prison. Yet, the innocent sing. Their fearful trill of hope echos around the bars. The innocent in their cages dream of finding a home. However, they too are forgotten. In the desert, the Holy Family walks in the night. The don’t fear the police, but the anger of the king. The mother in blue sits on a donkey and has her baby. She cries, but believes that they will find sanctuary. The eyes of the baby seem to hold the world and his skin seems to glow. The father walks in front, leading the family, He looks to the sky where the star shines. He knows that they will find a sanctuary. They are forgotten.
photograph by Jack Billeaud
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