This woman sat opposite me on the bus. She was very carefully dressed in a stained yet oddly jaunty nautical ensemble. She had dyed hair and painted fingers and a carefully tied hat. This all distracts from the fact that she is also very old. I have seen her since but I have never heard her speak. She is a wearer of outfits.
She blends with the bus and puts her feet up.
I love her.
The graffiti beside her reads "latino lover".
The whole thing pleases me more than I can say.
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