The old man sat on his porch, rocking gently. He watched the neighbor boy dash across the street, shouting to a friend. "You know," he said to me, "folks don't listen much anymore." I waited, sensing more to come. "They're all wrapped up in their ow… Read on blog or Reader The Border of a Mind Read on blog or Reader letting souls touch By Ajmal on July 1, 2024 The old man sat on his porch, rocking gently. He watched the neighbor boy dash across the street, shouting to a friend. "You know," he said to me, "folks don't listen much anymore." I waited, sensing more to come. "They're all wrapped up in their own stories," he continued. "Can't hear past 'em." His eyes […] Continue reading Comment

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