a brief, ordinary scene
on my way to work, between i & 24th st, deep in my stride, mind empty but for the tasks waiting for me. she had all her gear on the sidewalk in a black garbage bag. 'good morning. love your hair. slicked back & silver,' she said to me. 'thank you very much. that is kind of you to say.' 'i have colon cancer,' she said. 'that sucks. i am so sorry.' 'thank you for saying that. i don't get to talk to many people during the day.'
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