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The Kindness of StrangersThe fierce Australian sun beat down on his bare neck, sweat trickling between his shoulder-blades and seeping into his torn shirt. The heat was stifling but it was a welcome change from the his home in Manchester, and besides it was too late to turn back now.
The bay reeked of salt and spoilt fish, once he might have found it sickening but hunger was a constant companion and he'd learnt to appreciate what he could get. And right now, he'd just spotted his favourite treat: yabbies.
Licking his lips, Jez set off towards his goal, careful to appear nonchalant as he passed the caged crayfish and reached out for some grub wrapped in greasy paper. He kept on walking; aware of the pressing crowd and the emptiness in his pockets. He let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived and quickly followed by the all too familiar cry of: "Stop! Thief!"
He broke into a run, dodging stalls and people, without even glancing to see who was giving chase. He didn't stop until his heart felt as if
Drums are beating, machinery rasping
Gods and demons awaken the city
Our voices rising as we through off iron shackles
I know this is what you foresaw
The skies are filled with spice and smoke
Wind bringing forth our new beginning
And carry me away from your last embrace.
I wonder if you thought of me
A new dawn, the people united
Cheering my name through city streets,
Hősnő, heldin, karaman, hero
I wish it was your's
We fought for so long, so hard
For freedom, for liberty, for life
Our dream, finally achieved
I just hope it was worth it
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