A man sits in an octagon,
sleeves of red, grey chest,
contemplating life,
on this one day of rest…. continued
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A man sits in an octagon,
sleeves of red, grey chest,
contemplating life,
on this one day of rest…. continued
The boy was kneeling in the mud, hands clasped, eyes shut. His lips were murmuring a plea for rain.
His father pulled him up by an ear.