One dark midnight- terrible winter, freeze-borne breath- I stood tree-cloaked and silent, waiting moonward, listening outward, wanting with sideways-hoping a sign pointing forward, some sense of stepping from the shadows and at last being seenThe world was too cruel
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Greensboro Woolworth's, 1960 lj idol season nine | week four | 157 words “Nobody can ride your back if your back's not bent” (Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr
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