23 September 2010
The spot
There is a corner near my house with a nice tree. For a while, every time I drove past this man would be sitting there. It was, for a short while, his spot. He looked content as he observed the world go by. And then I assume he found a new spot - I haven't seen him in a while. Everyone needs a spot.
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