The art of observing

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This is about a person who is not noticed in day-to-day life.  But they simply observe other people.  Watch them suffer. Watch them succeed.  Watch them leave and stay.All Rights Reserved

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At the Bus Stop
Sat, Jul 17, 2021

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At the Bus Stop
Sat, Jul 17, 2021

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