Day 117

She was following him. He carried a huge baggage behind him. It looked like a white bed sheet tied at the ends and turned into a bag. It was as long as his torso and as faded as his shirt. He was at the side street walking against traffic and ocassionally looking back at her. She followed him with nothing but the clothes on her back and the flower held in her hand. He looked back. She was offering him a rose.

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