We smiled and nodded a lot, but we still connected in our own manner
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I relish the quiet of a predawn run. Focus on the cadence of my footfalls, breathe the crisp morning air.
I pass the local technical college and notice an older gentleman, leaning on a pillar. He sports glasses; his frame, slight, thin; grey hair combed over scalp. Stares into the ether of . . .