The Literacy of Pain
Marcus taught in a basement in the Bronx, a room that smelled of damp concrete and old crayons. He was a volunteer, a man who believed that a book was a passport. He spent his weekends scouring used bookstores for classics, bringing the world to children who had never left a ten-block radius. "Knowledge is the only thing they can't take from you," he would tell them, his voice filled with a...
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