Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Shuffling Lady
I pass her every day no matter where I walk. She has straight ink-black hair down to her collar bone. She wears layers of patterned clothing poking out of a long dark wool coat. Does she have a place to live? When I got home today, I heard slap, slap. I went to the window and it was the shuffling lady walking down our street.
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