As we walked passed children they would reach out and grab my hand or arm. This would happen every where we went and I learned that that the children wanted to see if I felt as different as I looked.
Things I have seen, heard, thought, smelled, touched...that have touched me too.
As we walked passed children they would reach out and grab my hand or arm. This would happen every where we went and I learned that that the children wanted to see if I felt as different as I looked.
Evil flourishes when good men do nothing
-- Edmund Burke
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