the world as we see it, by (A)ngie (B)enjy (C)aleb, (J)oshua, (R)euben and (E)zra
Years later the children come. They grow up. They go to school.
This grown up “child” walks in to the simulation we’re running here.
He says at the end: “my mother was a refugee. I never knew what it was like to run away until now.”
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