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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Damp pigeon morning

In the park, one man sits alone on a rusty bench, crumbs in hand, rained on by both sky and fountain.

On the bus, one woman moves over for a new friend. Despite her hard face and all that I had assumed about her life, this hopeful, eager smile breaks my heart.

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