When a people are beggared, adults lose half their life, children lose it all.

Luckless and she knows it:

Likely they will sleep where they are standing.  Luckless but they do not know it yet.

This girl motioned me to take her picture.  It turned out she had never seen her own face.   In the villages many children when shown their picture do not recognize themselves.  But I did not expect this in the city.  Luckless, and after speaking to her, past the point of repair.

I followed and met these two again later.  Not past the point of repair, but no repair on any horizon.

Luckless.   Like everyone they knew.