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“They probably know, just like I do, that our freedom is precarious and everything still might fall apart. It could, right? In real life, things don't end so happily, right? But, at the moment, we are just moving forward, swinging our white cane right, then left, dodging obstacles, taking one more step, finding our way.”

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Book:The Sign for Home
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