A life forgottenbusy footsteps, i saw a man sitting against the wall, dead eyes, i stopped. I looked into those eyes and saw, a wall of fire burning in a lightning sky, swells of water, running to a lost land, faces, so many faces, lost beneath the sands of time. At once they were alive, his eyes saw mine, saw the emptiness of short life, lost in the age of his face, the shaking of his hands, busy footsteps, shaking hands, his eyes, his memories, a penny.A life forgotten
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