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She stared, so I looked
Tiny eyes found life in still
“People hungry, Mum.”
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Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
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This is incredibly sad, but inevitably true. Nicely Done!!!