The Chinese tourists, who are really students,
huddle together and read the city's map.
The woman in the next kiosk has a distinct
African-ish quality that warrants a
thunderous speech.
The man with a push cart is coughing up his
last dream and last lung filled to the gills with disease.
We all choke on the same burning diesel fuel
when running after an early departure.
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