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***I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and those who were blind stopped, and turned towards the voice. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and those who were blind- afraid, picked their sticks and stones. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and the blinded ones were throwing sticks towards the voice, throwing stones. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and when I came close to opening my eyes, the voice died; Silence, finally, no more noise.***
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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***I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and those who were blind stopped, and turned towards the voice. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and those who were blind- afraid, picked their sticks and stones. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and the blinded ones were throwing sticks towards the voice, throwing stones. I heard a shout, and then one more. I heard a shout and then one more and when I came close to opening my eyes, the voice died; Silence, finally, no more noise.***
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
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