Colorblind
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  • Reads 105,594
  • Votes 4,438
  • Parts 44
  • Time 6h 24m
Ongoing, First published Mar 16, 2019
It is said that "love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. It is, in fact, the one thing that still stands when all else has fallen." -Corinthians 13:7-10. This is the type of love that both George and Alama would be blessed with knowing. However,  just like the bible the year 1950 in Alabama didn't include that love knows no color. With George being white and Alma being black this is a love that should have never occurred. Will this love be strong enough to bridge a gap-filling a divide of the nation or will they see that they are meant to be divided.
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