I I took a walk down the street and found a young man who was weak. The countenance of his face was like a cloud of darkness hovering around a raging sea, and with the way he sat, hands over his head, I knew he had a troubled heart.
I had a place I was heading to, but something in me wouldn’t let me take another step, so I stood and watched, hoping I might learn what life wanted to teach.
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