Cam'el

My name is Cam'el and this is my camel

As I follow the slow caravan of 

people, noisy, hot, tired, I realized these are the
type of people I despised. The ones who caused me

to be late for the farmer's
market, some actually from my church. I never

understood these gatherings. God is in
your heart, not just some man. Besides, he's 

stealing my customers- I mean,
church-goers. All of this stuck in an almost 

still sea of people just to get there
and stand in the back of the crowd, not able to 

hear a word?  I might as well see
what it's about though.  

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