Marge.
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An old man and an old woman walk down the street. The old woman shakes and twitches and spasms as she walks. She makes strange sounds and mumbles to herself. Her husband sadly walks her to the car with his arm around her shoulder.
The old woman stops at the sight of a little boy and his mother... she grabs his arm and she remains shaking. The boy looks scared, the mother looks into the old woman sadly. The old man exclaims, "marge, let's go! marge!" but the old woman doesn't let go of the child. she just smiles and holds onto his arm.
"marge, let's go, marge!"
finally, they depart... the man sadly walks her the rest of the way to the car...
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i saw this yesterday. everything is sad lately. everything.
The old woman stops at the sight of a little boy and his mother... she grabs his arm and she remains shaking. The boy looks scared, the mother looks into the old woman sadly. The old man exclaims, "marge, let's go! marge!" but the old woman doesn't let go of the child. she just smiles and holds onto his arm.
"marge, let's go, marge!"
finally, they depart... the man sadly walks her the rest of the way to the car...
~*~*~*~
i saw this yesterday. everything is sad lately. everything.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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:)s at Being Enlightened. It is really amazing how people we don't know could touch us so deeply!! I think about that every day. I love watching people and taking them in, and it almost always affects me in some way or another...
I enjoy people watching.. and then I make up stories in my head about what their lives are like. I love doing that.
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And Obi, I know the feeling! In elementary school, when I was about eight or nine, my Girl Scout troop went to visit the nursing home for Christmas. We sang Christmas Carols and stuff, and then we met all the old people, afterwards. Well, this one elderly woman in particular looked so far into me, took my hand, and started crying. Then she said "you look just like my granddaughter". It was so sad... but it was nice too. Bittersweet.
It must be hard being that old. :(
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