In black long dress with no makeup and her white hair covered by a black scarf, Lamara told me she had stopped dressing up since her only son was killed in a war against Georgians 11 years prior. Bitterness toward the former enemy continued to kindle within her. However, at her clinic where she had been serving without payment, the nurse practitioner did not segregate Georgian repartriates from Abkhaz. Her home was always open for anyone to walk in for emergency care.
Lamara inspired me to create the following image and the story.
What I learned while serving as a hospice nurse in the poorest region in the US.
I volunteered for a hospice in the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, South Dakota in the late 1990s. The image originated from the priceless experience.
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