.He feed's the birds, on the old broken bench.
He reminisceson the past.
Nothing seems to get past him.
Smile and wave but dont pay attention.
And how did he get here?
His aqua blue eyes and gentle old hands.
I can tell he has his pride and hope to survive.
I walk through the par.
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