It must have been a magnificent sight.
Hundreds of torches, held by as many young people who filled the evening air with expectations.
He marched along. So did she.
A sense of togetherness travelled through the masses and touched everyone.
The torches were extinguished.
Their light kept shining on their paths.
Their flames kept burning in their hearts.
Their warmth tangible in each other.
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