The Harlem Pilgrimage
The Harlem Pilgrimage The dust of the Kenyan savanna tasted like hope. Eleanor Duval stood at the edge of the village school she had spent eight months building, watching children run between the newly erected walls, their laughter rising into the afternoon sky like prayer. Marcus Chen stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on the back of her neck, a gesture so casual and so intimate that...
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