If I see someone suffering, would it be a favor to them, to not look at them, to resign myself, and accept that I''m in a certain place, their unfortunate plight, to see them in this way, would it be grace to look away, a wishful prayer, as the river flows, that they somehow found it outside of my vision, somewhere they belong, how big is this jar, and reality, the cold, hard ground, how many are accepting, between you and me is an infinity barrier, between these lines, so much magick can exist, love and life, do you dare to yearn, do you hunger, maybe the heavens care to satisfy it…This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.