<div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'>December 25, 1935: It’s been 5 years since I’ve seen sunshine, and I’m getting a little worried for Sammy. Daddy left a while back, so it’s just Sammy and I now trying to survive as<strong> migrant workers</strong>. <br/> <br/> </p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><p class='td-public-diary-paragraph'></p></div></div><div class='row'><div class='col-sm-12'><img class='img-public-diary img-LandscapeFull' src='https://cdn.traveldiariesapp.com/diaries/07f2dee5-b4d3-4faa-b3b6-f595fc895197/7c50000e-1751-4a6c-8264-637717f15cfc.jpg' alt='' loading='lazy'/></div></div>

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