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They didn’t think they’d leave such an impression. After all, they were only passing through, a transient band of transients in a town built on foundations set in stone.
And yet, as they left, colored wagons clattering on paved roads not made for wooden wheels or tender hooves, they were followed by a line of children.
Like a piped piper for the unloved. Seeking a better home.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Impact in 67 words
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