Well I don’t know what will happen now.
It was cold. See the rain, sprinkling puddles in the streets. See the faces, cheering under the clear light of the Mason Temple . See King’s face, now tired, strong, serene.
I’ve been to the mountaintop, he says. And I don’t mind.
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