I see you all the time. Sometimes on my way to work, riding my bike down 10th, I will catch a glimpse of you driving by. I could swear that you take notice. Or outside Turlington Hall, hurrying on your way somewhere. Your hair graying around the edges, your skin hardened by time but reflecting the lines of kindness. You are still tall and strong.
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