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They believed what their eyes couldn’t see, they heard hymns no one could hear. They felt it, as if it were in their veins.

They also had learned, it wasn’t what they touched or felt that was real, it was what they believed to be real, and there was nothing realer than their precious, god-given dreams. Nor black or white horse, would carry them. Because their legs were theirs, and it was all they ever needed
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