Staring into the distance
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Ongoing30m
Last published Sat, Oct 31, 2015
I was hoping he couldn't see me
Praying really
He was scanning the horizon
The windows in all the buildings
Glaring at the wood on the doors
Deciphering the swirls of the house numbers
Staring into the distance
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