At the corner of Westcombe and Longton, she sits in the front yard on a small wooden chair. She sits brilliantly in the cold sunshine. A slight woman dressed in long fuchsia cloth and wearing a small turban, she watches as I drive by. I wave. She turns her head slowly toward me, unmoved; unmoving. … Continue reading February 23, 2026
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