Run

I went to run just before sunrise in a foreign town in a far away country. Wide boulevards, tree avenues, huge grass squares. The grass was full of people who laid out thin mattresses, opened blankets, covered themselves, and went to sleep. In one place, an elderly disabled man sat in a big wheelchair, reminding a throne. There was no one to put him down on the grass. He sat probably covered with a blanket, probably a carpet, and passed the night, probably napping, probably sleeping. When I returned, sunrise began. The car movement started, and all people disappeared. Again, huge squares of green grass, bright and shiny from the dew. All beautiful, all well, all fresh.

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