Tired, they sit,invisible to the world.”We’ll just rest our eyes”they say, and smile rememberingsomeone else say thosewords, eventhough their eyes see onlyshadowed blursthese days and are not as tired as the body.And so they sit,slump,napping it would seem.Nearly all who pass,see only litteralong thesidewalk;see only the old andspilling seams,the taint of age and lackof use.Only … Continue reading Et al
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