This morning, Jasper and I arrived at a street corner at the same time as a handsome man in his 30s. The man wore a cap and was carrying a thermos. He appeared to be walking to work.
I looked at the man's face and realized that rivulets of blood were flowing through the laugh lines and crows feet around his eyes. Apparently just out of sight there was a large wound on his forehead.
And so, the man walked off, as did Jasper and I. Just another day in the neighborhood.
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