I stood on the Cross Street Bridge with thirty or forty friends I didn’t know our presence and the signs we held the banners and flags unfurled proclaimed our disdain for ICE roaming the streets of America the murders in Houston and Biddeford fresh in our minds and hearts I said their names silently screaming […]
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