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Writing what I live and see
Under the fading light of day, I witnessed a scene that tugged at my heartstrings. A young man, barely out of his teens, stood at the edge of life’s crossroads.
With a cardboard sign held high, he seemed to be fighting against the invisibility that often cloaks those on the streets. As my car inched closer, a spark of recognition ignited within me. Did I know this young man?
In my car lay a…