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The line was endless, and the waiting was killing me. I stared down at the concrete sidewalk beneath my feet, thinking of the men that had shed their sweat and blood and maybe even tears to turn the earth gray. Such men no longer exist. Such soul has been lost, and we’re drifting now, in search of something, something that remains out of reach, and the line grew longer. We moved up a bare inch.