About the national blackout
How beautiful it is when a forced pause becomes an opportunity to reconnect with what’s essential: free play, unhurried conversation, the face of a neighbor we may have never greeted before.
Sometimes, when everything comes to a halt, the soul can breathe, and the street becomes a shared home once again.
Because amid soccer balls, chatter, and disoriented footsteps… humanity is reborn.
And in the silence of the unexpected, the Black neighborhood, the slum, began to beat again.
-ER
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