Justice: The Soul of the Story

Rhythms of justice

It was the height of summer. For a couple of weeks the rain abated and as the sun shone I sat inside – like millions of my fellow countryfolk – and munched on some cake while watching a few exceptional people achieve sporting greatness. If only I could run like that, I thought to myself, while licking the last of the icing from my plate.
Rhythms of justice It was the height of summer. For a couple of weeks the rain abated and as the sun shone I sat inside – like millions of my fellow countryfolk...

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