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On my mind..
Life isn't about finding yourself
Its about creating yourself
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So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
gray morning
11:38 AM

Yay! Friday morning, 8:30am. I pulled my coat tighter across my neck as I stepped out of the station onto the road. As usual, I had to catch my breath against the life extractingly strong "breeze".

And he was there! In his old place, same dirty beanie protecting him barely ever from the chilling wind. Never so delighted to see a gaunt skeletal face. Fished out my wallet pulled all the coins out of it and handed them to him.

"Hey, you're back!" I said, even though I had never spoken to him ever before.

"Aye, Ma'am, nowt much else better place to sell these," he pointed

I beamed, "Good."

My eyes fell on 3 copies of a new design, a tree painted in black water colour, with geometrically drawn leaves and trunk, and 5 gray leaves flying out of the perfectly proportioned outline in a rebellious fly away towards top right of the tree. It was gorgeous.

"This is new. It's nice."

"Aye, they're very popular those. You'll have som'awt?"

"No, thanks." I said, realising I had already handed all my change to him and it would be now a bit mean to take the card without paying for it, or asking him to give me change for a fiver. "Maybe some other time. Have a nice day!"

"You too Ma'am."

Thank you red bearded man. Its good to have you back on my walk to work every morning. 

I think I might buy that card on Monday. Put it up on my desk.

Yes, I think I'll do that.

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