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Aug 2016
we talked to him at his gate,

asked him how he was.



he looked gently.



later he told me his

ears had been blasted regularly

at the quarry, so he is deaf.



now.



i told him where i was from ,



meanwhile the man at the factory

cleaned bins.



we used the scooter again.



sbm
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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