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that day
I smiled briefly at a stranger his sad green eyes searching for truth black and white images are forever glued into my mind after reading that evening’s newspaper headlines he took my hand and said with tears streaming down his face thank you for this moment of kindness today is the last day of my life your smile brings me now a glimpse of heaven before I could respond he moved aimlessly away and lost himself in the crowd "among the tourists this afternoon a man with emerald eyes dove over the bridge plummeting into the thrashing river below" glued into my mind [2007.9.6...a]
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