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"hi." i say as i walk over to him. "hi." he said as he stared up at the sunset. "pretty, ain't it?" i nod. "looks like gold." he said.

we both sat down on the cement craning our necks up to the sky.

i ran under the outing by the bus stop,, the bus was late,, it was raining,, i was alone,, and i was cold.

what if home is an abstract concept ?

maybe sometimes it looks like something

maybe sometimes it doesn't

but they both have meanings even if you can't see .