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Abandoned churches and deserted graveyards

I recognize the way she walks, arms stiff at her sides; the way she sits down, heavily and with a sigh. Sitting there in the blazing sun, waiting for a city bus to take her somewhere she doesn’t want to go. It’s Halloween and her face is painted. And I hope that the sadness is just a part of the costume, something she can wipe away at the end of the day.