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    My Scholarship entry - Shred of Blue

    I met this man walking along the beach in a ragged pair of pants, carefully picking the pebbles and putting them into his plastic bag. He looked like the homeless people I saw sleeping near the train station, but his face was really calm and quiet. He said “Bonjour” and something else to me in French, but unfortunately, my French was just as bad as his English. He gave me a round pebble, and continued walking. “All the lonely people Where do they all come from?” I just can’t help myself but whispering this song.

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    I met this man walking along the beach in a ragged pair of pants, carefully picking the pebbles and putting them into his plastic bag. He looked like the homeless people I saw sleeping near the train station, but his face was really calm and quiet. He said “Bonjour” and something else to me in French, but unfortunately, my French was just as bad as his English. He gave me a round pebble, and continued walking. “All the lonely people Where do they all come from?” I just can’t help myself but whispering this song.


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