Pensive in a crowd. Funny how things can disappear in a moment. She's not there. Gone a thousand miles. She stood for a long while like this. Waiting? Lonely? Sad? I thought about her as a stranger chatted me up, a black man who had just returned from working for two years in Australia. He didn't like it, he said. He couldn't get his groove on. That is what he said to others in the street who knew him. It was phenomenal standing there where everyone seemed so anonymous that so many people knew one another. A meeting place. And the girl in the photo remained, waiting, thinking, or something else.
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