Committees were formed to make ways to peace. Division still happened when many found peace to be complicated. Not that they fought but mainly went their own way.
The hotter than hellacious days drew every bit of energy. The city fountain was the only respite. As people stood side by side, drinking and feeling the coolness, filling jugs for the elders and infirm, this fountain became Peace Fountain.
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