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She was standing on the other side of a black fence, hanging on and staring through the bars. In a dark forest green hospital gown type top made of what looked to be heavy paper, maybe shorts underneath, and sole worn sandals.
Her short brown hair was ruffled, her skin deeply suntanned, and her hands dirty. I almost continued walking without stopping. And something in the vacant stare she held caused me to pause...read more...
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