Eternal Memory
(That we might never forget)

Guatemala 1992

My pretentiously sheltered experience is unable to escape the wrenching reality transposed before me through the medium of their iron-clad hearts, the bitter human precipitation that has engraved its memory upon their flesh, their countenances of leathery strength and turmoil, and their eyes which send a shrill scream to my impoverished soul, pleading with me to recognize the dreams which have become entrapped within the hoosegow of their desperation.

– Christin Oliphant (Harrington)
May 19, 1992