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A stranger approached. Arms were opened wide. Then came “The Hug”. The hug didn’t last long and only a few words were spoken. It was an unexpected and strangely moving hug, and I hadn’t done anything to deserve the hug, just standing there in the heat, in the gathering crowd to celebrate an anniversary of […]
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