Look at them walking down the street. One white and one black. How ever did they meet? People stop, look and sometimes stare, wondering how they got from here to there.
When did they decide to get together? Did it feel like birds of a feather? Surely, it seems to be quite odd. But who are you to judge? You’re not God. If this were ancient Rome, they’d throw stones and rocks. Erase your mind! It’s just a pair of socks.
