Esteban stood at the front of the room, staring at the page. Then he lifted his head and looked at us. We cheered again, even louder this time. I don't know if any of us really understood his dad's poem. But for a long time after he'd finished reading, I thought about that army of ants, how they were coming together. Like us.
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742 | 2023-01-13 12:38:56 | 60.23 | 96% |
229 | 2020-08-08 07:39:26 | 51.45 | 95% |