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More To see more than the color of one's skin or the cut of the clothing that they wear, to see them for what they have deep within takes more insight than some of us can spare. A lesson to be learned by one and all, we have to play the hand that fate has dealt in the end someone always has to call, someone loses, another hurt is felt. It's a game of chance we are playing in and no one knows who the winners will be, we are all given the shells we're given and a chance to see what we need to see. From start to finish not knowing the score but given what's needed, no less, no more. ![]()
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