The stories streamed
Passed Some crossing through On a coffee crusade Others on their way to Educational Enlightenment More still wandering to Work without a clue as To why Many as mothers Moving to find peace A few as fathers Following to find Understanding And countless as Children chasing the call To find more With each step forward Another page written Of a blessed and sacred Story I could never hope to Read Yet comfort I could find In the thought of a Walking wisdom A shared and loving Collective Of one humanity For simply knowing That we were unfolding Stories Was really the only Story My heart would need to Read
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