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Saint John Doe
The body, now just a chore for police and the morgue, who was he? Any less a saint, that no chronicler left a book of his journey? Or perhaps more, that like this one there are many who keep society moving on with small kind acts. Reaching through mistrust, dogmatism, and clannish prejudice, so many of us take risks to bridge the void. Yet these are often the ones forgotten, accidentally shot, unearthed anonymous. They did not choose to carry the popular banners of the day. They are the heroes of no clan in particular, perhaps irrational in the minds of zealots and patriots. Yet they are saints of humanity none the less.
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