Health and Healing

As I waited alone on the platform for the approaching train, tears welled up, compounded by years of solitude; the darkness and loss of my inner identity had invisibly built up over time. It was a hot summer day, and I held in my hand a homemade sign. In large block letters it said, “SEEKING HUMAN KINDNESS.”

Read the rest of my new narrative article, here.

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