photos/banter about the people/places I come across during this nomadic life.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Reality watered down.
The old man gazed longingly into the puddle as if looking through a window. His clothes, a mix of rags and tatters, roughed up by a cruel world. For the many who quickly passed, it was a fleeting reflection of a busy world.
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