Imagine
Imagine people in the wilderness sickly and solitary. Imagine what they have been living through with whatever clothings that they have without basic shelter without three square meals a day. People on sickbeds waiting yearning for visitors. Those in their lonely homes who need interaction with someone anyone willing to listen. Imagine folks have forgotten what it was like to be loved. When it has gone too long without holding hands without cuddle and curess without emotional warmth they become so old and cold they finally stopped trying.
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