2013年2月4日星期一

Thinking About Better Days

I often take a ride around Bagua Mountain on my scooter. There is a very large complex there where old soldiers live out their days washing their t-shirts and staring out at the highway. It is actually a sad place (for me). These silent old gentlemen, who gave what was needed, are now sitting in the shadows-pretty much forgotten. This old fellow had a burning cigarette in his mouth and was fast asleep. I was relieved to see him wake as the burning tip approached his mouth. I think this is something he is quite accustomed to. Don't forget these guys.

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