The Passerby

There’s a man over there, sitting on top of a rock. He’s gazing off somewhere into space, and I wonder what he’s looking at. Maybe at the clouds or at the land across the river? I don’t know, but he seems lost. Perhaps he is finding beauty where the rest of us can’t.

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