He’s just seated opposite of me. The old man, whom I noticed in the road rush. A thin body, bright skin, grey hair and long white beard. A child like curious and innocent appearance. A strange knobstick in one hand and a counter machine in other hand.
We’ve got few eye contacts. I feel something mysterious. Is he the angel, I’ve been looking for years? If yes, then I’ll see a sign before getting off the vehicle. Let me check his legs, hmm very normal.
I’ve arrived at my place and sad, but happy to see my old age look.
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