The Man Who Saw Everything
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Last published Tue, Jun 25, 2019
As the days seem long and the nights seem longer, a young man lays in the streets at night covering himself with a ragged, old blanket hoping for someone to drop a few coins into his cup. For years he had been lying on the cold cement getting passed up by the average group of people until one day, his story changed.
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