Originally post on Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Even the homeless man wheeled his hand truck under the awning. But I threw myself forward hoping the clouds growing dark were lying or at least not telling me the truth for a few more blocks.
...and then it rained and the two old ladies cared tenderly for one another as they prepared to step into the storm.
Their love.
I cried later after the storm had finished.
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