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    Observation

    I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Observation

    I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee. She never sees me and I jot down the precise time in my notebook. This is not her usual routine and it excites me.

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    Tags: eerie, grounded, solitude

    Published: April 13, 2015

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