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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3406 | 2023-11-05 14:51:52 | 106.40 | 98.3% |
65 | 2021-03-15 23:40:19 | 48.42 | 98% |