Nothing to be done
12.13.06 (4:29 pm) [edit] I saw her one morning at the airport, waiting for someone to pick her up, lost among the hurrying throng that swirled around her, unnoticed, and soon forgotten if even seen. Why she attracted my attention I do not know, but she did, and I guess that is enough. She was plain, poorly dressed, and she appeared so tired that if she dropped to the ground and took a nap, it would not have surprised me. Sadness rolled off of her like cold from ice, fog like, it muted her effect on her surroundings, almost invisible, shrunken even, and perhaps a skill she learned when young. Perhaps for her it was better not to be noticed.
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