as I gazed out the window... by *funkichkn The man wanders dark and alone. Strength and courage, he does carry on his broad shoulders. All the while he is searching. Peering endlessly into the discarded waste, gazing continuously at the fortunate flock that scatters about him. He yearns to find what he can cling to. For without acknowledgment and purpose, that which he lacks, how can anyone bare strength and courage alone? |
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