There were many of them; the men who needed saviour. They were unarmed, defeated with a baggage full of melancholy. Too many visions had led to confusions. At first glance we found it charming; an unhealthy foundation of our pity and their shame.
Like with a water well, we lowered our ropes waiting to hit their depth of darkness. What was life without a challenge?
Whether it was a determination worth admiration or desperation could be discussed.
E.Y.
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