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He didn’t lift his feet, he slid them, as if skating on the concrete sidewalk.
Maybe he was old, but I couldn’t tell because he looked like a cave man, and it’s hard to read a cave man’s age.
Eyes looked out from sunken pools in his head, staring down at the ground where he shuffled.
Then he looked around to make sure they weren’t following him.
They’re trying to steal his things.
And wild, long hair stuck out from all directions on his head. Some of it was matted.
His beard had crept up his cheekbones almost to his eyes and crawled back down his face, past his neck, until it disappeared into his ragged coat.
From behind the wildness he mumbled.
“Someone help me. God is in here somewhere.”