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Mar 2020
they call themselves.  witnesses.  or at least they did.  they may call themselves.  something else now.

they ring your bell.  and hand you a paper.  or a pamphlet.  and invite you somewhere.  you warn your neighbors.  about them.

as if they are threatening you.  and your neighbors.

but they are just sharing.  their truth.  it doesn’t have to be your truth.  if your truth is strong enough.  then them sharing their truth.  won’t hurt you.  or your neighbors.

you can converse.  and share.  and go about your life.  without them.  I have.  and they ask me.  if they can return.  and I let them.  

each month.  they hand me.  a paper.  or a pamphlet.  and we talk.  and then go about our lives.

you say.  they are why you hate.  answering your door.  but I don’t believe you.  if it wasn’t them.  it would be something else.
John Destalo
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John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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