Melbourne: In between spaces pt.24

His eyes were shut the whole time. There was no hat, or case, or jacket at his feet to collect our small offerings. It was almost like we weren’t there at all – or maybe he wasn’t. It sounded like he had plenty to say though, somewhere, to someone, but maybe words just weren’t the right medium to let that out.




Melbourne: In between spaces pt.24

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