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So based on this post I created an NVCR stained glass memorial wall for all the dead interns, depicting (more or less) how they died. (Many patterns and images taken from google such as the lighthouse and the forest. If you see your pattern pls tell me so I can correctly credit you.) I take requests!

Smallville | 4.03 Façade

“There were no paved roads here when I was a boy. We had to walk for 3 days to get to places that only take 2 hours now. There was never any money for school. We had no wealth or property. Beginning at six years old, I cleaned dishes at a restaurant until 9 pm. Then I would go to sleep and start again. All my money went to my parents. I’d hear stories about cities and airplanes, but they seemed like fairy tales. I’d dream of visiting these places, but before I could get too far, I’d be hungry again. So I grew up thinking that the entire world was like our valley. I thought all children lived like me. Then one day when I turned 16, I had the opportunity to visit to the city of Gilgit. I couldn’t believe it. I saw a boy eating at a restaurant with his father. He was my age. He was wearing a school uniform. I broke down in tears.” (Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let them live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”   ~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos

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On the clock, Patrick Joust, 36, is a librarian. Off the clock, he’s a self-taught photographer with a fascination of Baltimore at night.

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