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In Solidarity
He looks to the left, a quick pause to check the commotion.
There’s shouting crying out on the street. Stomping boots,
signs in hand. It’s another day, another protest, nothing to
worry over. She questions him, “What’s happening?” It
could be anything or nothing at all. They want attention
and this is the day they chose to be seen.
“You should go, I know I would if I could.” She embr...
Friday 11th December 2020 3:01 pm
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