man in the park.

He had just sat down on the bench when I looked over from my path. I silently watched him pull out gloves for his hands, he threw up his hood, then crossed his legs while pulling out a bottle wrapped in a crumpled brown paper bag.

He chose a beautiful location to watch and feel the world slip by. 



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