their is an old man who tends the yard here at the hostel. he wears navy blue shorts almost as dark as the skin on his naked back. this tanned leather covers his humped shoulders and the muscle of a life of good work. every morning he is raking the sand in the court yard or sweeping the floors under the awnings. he works diligently, talks
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