She was old woman with red hands holding an old woman’s rake out on the black and grey sidewalk handkerchief around the crown of her head and wet black boots over the skin of her feet over the orange and brown city leaves

one hundred sixty seven

Posted on February 5th, a grand Tuesday, Common Era 2008 at 9:44 pm.

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